Not So Simple

It was Sunday night, a week after we moved to Forks, and the day before I had to go back to school. I was sitting on my bed with Deaglan, playing peek-a-boo with him.

"Where's Deaglan?" I said, draping his blankie over his head. I pulled it off, saying, "There he his!" He cooed and giggled happily, making me smile. I repeated this a few more times, before he started loosing interest. "Alright, aingeal, mam has to do some work now."

I set some of his toys in front of him, and grabbed some paperwork off of my desk. I needed to fill out the papers for school. It was the basic stuff, name, birthday, father's name, ect.

I was worried about school tomorrow. Not only because I didn't know anyone, but because I had to leave Deaglan with my da. I haven't been away from him for more than a few hours, let alone eight. It was troublesome.

By the time I was finished filling out the papers, it was Dealgan's bedtime. He was playing with his toys half-heartedly, and fighting sleep.

"Come on, baby boy, let's go say nigh-night so Granda." I cradled him in my arms and carried him into Da's office. "Da, Deaglan and I are going to bed."

He smiled and kissed his grandson on the forehead, and me on the cheek. "Goodnight, Deaglan, goodnight, Keevie."

I kissed him on the forehead and carried my son back to his nursery. I changed his diaper and put him in his pajamas. I sat myself in the rocker chair and began to sing an old lullaby my Ma used to sing to me.

Rest tired eyes a while
Sweet is thy baby’s smile
Angels are guarding and they watch o’er thee

Sleep, sleep, grah mo chree *
Here on you mamma’s knee
Angels are guarding
And they watch o’er thee

The birdeens sing a fluting song
They sing to thee the whole day long
Wee fairies dance o’er hill and dale
For very love of thee

Dream, Dream, grah mo chree
Here on your Mamma’s knee
Angels are guarding and they watch o’er thee
As you sleep may Angels watch over
And may they guard o’er thee.

The primrose in the sheltered nook
The crystal stream the babbling brook
All these things God’s hands have made
For very love of thee

Twilight and shadows fall
Peace to His children all
Angels are guarding and they watch o’er thee
As you sleep
May Angels watch over and May the guard o’er thee

When I was finished singing, Deaglan was fast asleep. I settled him into his crib, and stood there, watching his peaceful little face. Even after six months, I couldn't believe that I had created such a perfect baby boy.

Eventually, I went back into my room and got ready for bed. It took me a while for sleep to catch up to me, because I was so worried about leaving Deaglan tomorrow, but when it did, I let it wash over me.