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On Baby Sleep Challenges, Psalm 127, and Monasticism

My first baby was not a good sleeper. During some of her early weeks,  we had sung Psalm 127 at church and it was going through my head during a particularly desperate night. I was pleading with God to help her fall back to sleep, on the basis of verse 2, “It is vain that you rise up early or go late to rest. . . for he gives to his beloved sleep.” I sympathized with that vanity.  I felt like I agreed so much with the psalmist that surely God would give me a good night’s sleep.

But then I kept singing the Psalm in my mind.

“Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward.”

Before, I never understood this abrupt change of subjects. But then, at that moment, I had a great epiphany. Indulge me in some parental midrash:

“… for he gives to his beloved sleep.

Here the psalmist, “Solomon” according to the superscription, perhaps hears the cry of his child (or several, it being Solomon, after all). He cynically thinks to himself, ‘unless you have children. Then you never get sleep.’ But with more consideration, he has a change of heart and with heart full and heavy eyelids, he exclaims:

“Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward!”

This is how I am consoling myself in the middle of the night, when both my newborn and my toddler (who is, of course, in a sleep regression) wake up. The Lord gives to his beloved sleep, but he also gives to his beloved children and, for a while at least, those two gifts just aren’t compatible.

And then (permit your sleep-deprived author an indirectly related thought),  I’ve also been asking myself: is there so much difference between the bells of a monastery and the cries of my children, waking me to love, faithfulness and joy during inconvenient hours?

This thought stems from reading The Rule of Saint Benedict and also this beautiful reflection from First Things on similarities between the vows of marriage and monasticism. The whole post is quotable, but the following is particularly applicable here:

“. . .both are constant promises, daily, hourly, minutely, as it were; it’s not like you swear a vow once, in public, wearing gleaming shining clothes, and then you’re set for life; it doesn’t work that way. Every day you have to walk into the thicket of your promise again, looking for a clear path forward through the muddle. It’s more work than anyone lets on.”

Part of the work of my marriage has been motherhood. And lately, going to sleep at night, not knowing what those hours will bring, can be a treacherous “walk into the thicket of [my] promise.” But, I know right now that this is, in fact, my vocation. While I may not feel these hours to be particularly “divine,” I can own them as my “homely hours.” May I be faithful to hear the bells of Matins, Lauds, and Prime in the cries of my children and awake to my night vigil with love and prayer.

And, may I be able to declare with gratitude “Children are a heritage from the Lord,” even in the middle of the night, even when it most likely means that I will not receive the gift of sleep for the foreseeable future.

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Wife of Jon, mother of two little girls, and reader of all the things. I am committed to cultivating and passing down a love for the true, good, and beautiful.

4 Comments

  1. Debbie Wood says

    Dear Author Amanda, beautifully written about the most lonely and challenging hours of motherhood–a blessed dichotomy, indeed.

    P.S. In the rush of having the second child, you haven’t noted that you are the mother of a toddler AND an infant. Forgetting about the second child so soon!

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  2. What a wonderful post. My ninth child is 5-months old and still keeping me awake, and when it’s not him, it’s the 2-year old, or the 3-year old, or the 5-year old….yawn. There are nights when I feel like I see every hour on the clock twice, and it is hard work to not let bitterness set in. Why can’t I just get some sleep? I love the idea of treating those tired times as the “little hours” of devotion. I downloaded Phyllis Tickle’s “Night Offices” onto my Kindle so I can pray with the church even at a solitary 3am feeding, in the dark corner of the nursery, in my little rocking chair. It has been a blessing, for sure. When it comes down to it, so much of motherhood is ATTITUDE, isn’t it? Lord, give me more faith.

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    • Thank you, Heidi. I read your comment in the midst of a 5am feeding and it reminded me to stop checking my email and pray instead.

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