Most nights we stay in the boys' room at bedtime until they are both asleep. There are a few reasons this has become our routine: one is that they share a room and this ensures that they don't keep each other awake, it also helps to minimize any crying or acting out, and it generally creates a more peaceful transition into the rest of the night.
When Michael and I are both home, we each get a child; we comfort them and stay with them until they are asleep. Sometimes Michael will lay next to Ryan in his twin bed and I will climb into Connor's crib, and we quietly read or talk to them about the day. Last night, as I was laying with Connor, he was holding my fingers with his hand, when I noticed that the span of my hand is the size of his arm from hand to elbow. And for whatever reason, I was overwhelmed by this. I sometimes forget that he is so small, but the difference in our sizes at that moment, reflected to me how great my responsibility is for him.