(A version of this story appeared on The Heart of The Matter on December 15, 2023.)
My wife and I rolled over at the same time. Our baby daughter was crying from her room. We were both tired, but I offered to go get her. You would have thought I told my wife that she had just won the PowerBall Lottery. In her exhaustion, she let out a huge smile, told me thank you, and to get her if I needed anything. The words were barely out of her mouth, and she was already back to sleep.
I walked over to our daughter’s room, decorated in traditional Beatrix Potter Peter Rabbit wallpaper, and picked her up from her crib. Her face was a ball of fury, angry at me for taking so long. I laid her on our changing table and started to change her diaper.

Hush, little baby
She stopped crying right away and looked up at me with a quizzical look on her face, like she was trying to figure me out. I lowered my face to give her a kiss on her forehead and she let out a little laugh. I might have been tired, but I had my audience. I did it again and she laughed again.
It was the cutest little laugh. I didn’t care that it was two in the morning and we both needed our sleep, I did it three or four more times. I needed to see my baby girl happy and content.
Quiet snuggles
Finally, when I had her wrapped back up in a new diaper and pajamas, I pulled her close and sat in my rocking chair, rocking her. She wasn’t ready to go back to sleep, she started talking gibberish and moving her hands. I responded with my own gibberish — just two tired souls enjoying each other’s company.
After a few minutes, I walked down to our kitchen with her wrapped in my arms, warmed up a bottle and then back to the room. I turned on some quiet music, gave her the bottle and rocked quietly back-and-forth, back-and-forth, the two of us in time to the music.
A perfect moment
When I think about my life, a whole slew of memories come to mind, but I come back often to two key ones: when I asked my wife to marry me and this moment here where I looked down at my daughter and realized that my wife and I would survive the struggles of having a newborn and that there was nothing that I wouldn’t do for the little girl in my arms.
There’s nothing else like the smell of a baby, which to my nose is a mixture of baby powder; clean laundry detergent; Desitin, the smooth white cream you use to treat diaper rash; and wet, sloppy kisses. I took in the smell and my beautiful baby girl.

Peaceful dreams
We rocked for a long time, until I eventually laid her in her crib and she stayed asleep. The other night I thought about that night oh so many years ago and haven’t been able to stop. There was nothing special about it, but it’s always stayed with me.
It reminds me that light brings clarity and that there are good things in life, especially babies and the love we share.
What brings clarity to your life?
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Such a beautiful story, Brian, God bless your family! Precious moments. ☺️🙏🏻
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Fun to look back.
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Always. 😊
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Wonderful words from a wonderful daddy!
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Just a fun memory from days gone by. Wow, that went fast.
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It sure does. I can remember being single, and now I have grandchildren old enough to give me great-grandchildren.
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This was so beautiful to read. Warmed my heart and took my mind to precious moments when my son was a baby.
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It’s funny the things that we remember about our kids. I could have remembered a million other memories, but this one stood out for me. I remember both of us being so tired. And my daughter being wide awake. And thinking that I was a mess – no clue about parenting. And somehow we all survived. Somehow. ha, ha. Thanks Emaistace!
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Such a wonderful memory/
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🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼😎😎😎😎😎
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I have a similar memory when my son was an infant and we were both new to the whole baby game. He was crying in the middle of the night, and I ended up rocking him back to sleep, knowing even then this was a moment I would remember, and cherish, forever. Sure enough…
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Those are the memories. Ha ha!
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What a special memory. There is nothing like that father-daughter bond. And that’s where it starts.
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Grateful to have those memories!
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so cute!!!
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Aww, thank you Tracie!😎😎😎😎😎
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A beautiful moment, Brian – and I can see why this moment with your daughter had crystallized in your memories. The gift of life, one that you helped create, is truly awe inspiring.
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Oh crazy times Ab. So very crazy but also the best of times too!😎😎😎
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What a beautiful memory, Brian. I think sometimes clarity comes when life gets quiet enough for us to recognize what actually matters. At two in the morning there were no accomplishments to chase, no schedule to keep, no audience to impress—just a father holding his little girl, and somehow that ordinary moment became one of the defining memories of your life.
For me, clarity comes much the same way—when the noise settles and I remember what is eternal. Scripture says, “Be still, and know that I am God” (Psalm 46:10). I don’t think stillness creates what matters; it simply clears away enough clutter for us to see what was precious all along.
And isn’t it funny how life works? We spend so much time planning the big moments we hope we will remember, while memory quietly sneaks off with a two-in-the-morning rocking chair, a bottle, some baby gibberish, and a sleepy dad.
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Oh yes, this is not the memory that I thought would stick with me decades later. But it does. A special moment in time!!!😎😎😎😎
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this is really a very special memory. the two of you, up late, hanging out and grateful for each other
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I could draw on a million other memories but this is the one that comes to me in the middle of the night.😎😎😎😎
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This is such a sweet memory, Brian. Isn’t it funny that cleaning up a child’s poop or barf seems like nothing when it’s our own child? All we want to do is protect and love them. Knowing that you can handle just about any situation that arises with your child is a good feeling. Of course, it takes some of us rookie dads a little while to feel that confident.
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Took me a long time Pete. Kids no longer in diapers. They’re grown and on their own … and I’m still learning new things about this parenting gig! Ha ha.
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Our son is 33 and a very responsible adult. Still, it doesn’t mean we don’t worry about him. Then the same thing happens all over again when you have grandchildren.
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Babies make everything better❤️
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Well said. Funny how that works. Your comment reminds me of a quote I heard long ago—“Babies are such a nice way to start people” by American writer and cartoonist Don Herald.
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Such a warm and beautiful story. ❤️
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I’m glad I have the memory. Glad I realized that something special was happening!
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Wow. This is a lovely memory and you are wise to revisit it–often. It is an experience I have not and will not ever have. (I suspect I would not have been as calm about it all as you were, if it had happened to me.)
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Oh I had my moments too where I was not calm. Like my beauty sleep …. Ha ha.
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I’d say this was very special, because the little things are really the big things. Nice, Brian!
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Yes, thd little things quickly become huge things. 🤣😎😎😎😎
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They do!
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You can really feel the warmth in your words. It makes me think about how fast time flies. Those quiet night-time moments are truly the best.
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Oh time moves entirely too freaking fast ….need to slow it down some times!
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Beautiful Brian.
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Thanks Brenda! I’m glad it touched you! 😎😎😎😎
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Middle of the night feedings were some of my favorite moments. I wouldn’t keep our son in our room, but I would hear him cry, go to him, feed him sitting in the rocking chair, and just rock.
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Loved rocking them to sleep. At least I did until the boys in their lovable baby way put their little fingers to my mouth to tell me to stop singing to them. Lil buggers. Giving my grief even at a young age. Ha ha! 😎😎😎
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Beautiful, Brian — just beautiful! ❤ ❤ ❤
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Just seeing the trees and trying to slow down and notice things!!!😎😎😎
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Beautiful reflection, Brian. So sweet. I still remember those middle of the night alone times with my babies, too. I remember well the soft chair I rocked them in, the quiet, the moonlight… the shared smiles and those little noises—their rosebud mouths.
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We just donated the old rocker that we had when our kids were babies to my wife’s classroom. I assume that once there it will probably stay there. I hate to see it go, but it will definitely see more use. It is crazy the middle of the night stories that stick with us!!!! Thanks Lori for reading. Glad the story hit home with you.
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This is a super sweet story, Brian.
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Thanks Kathy!!!!!🙏🏼🙏🏼😎😎😎😎
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