The week before Mother's Day, Samuel called me Ma for the first time. Well, I hadn't heard it since, but I have been requesting it for months. I finally got my wish. Last night at 3:00 a.m., Samuel rolled off of his bed. It startled him enough that he woke up crying. I went into his room to put him back in bed and to comfort him a little. He was wide awake within minutes. I tried to sneak out of his room, but he would begin to cry. So, I would open the door again to see him climbing off the side of his bed to walk toward the door. I would say, "No Sam, nite-nite." He would quickly climb back into his bed and put his head on his squeaky bear rug. We did this about ten times. Finally, I grabbed my pillow and blanket and laid down in bed with him. I was hoping that he would go to sleep, but then he began to bounce on his knees with his hands on me saying, "Mom, mom, ma, ma, ma." Then my heart just melted and I began to talk to him and cuddle with him, remembering that he won't always be my little baby. At 4:30 a.m. I wanted to go back to my own bed, since I couldn't sleep in his room. As I began to make the escape, he shifted and cried wanting me to stay with him. I didn't stay in his room any longer. I will always remember that special night that has left me very tired today.