The cries that awaken a mother in the middle of the night are many and varied. There’s the cry that says, I’m feeling a little lonely; it would be nice to see your face. Another cry says, Something disturbed me. I don’t like it, and I think you ought to know about it. My diaper’s wet or my tummy’s hungry. And then there’s the cry that could raise the dead. You know, the one that jerks you upright and on your feet even before your eyes are open. A weekend with my granddaughter, Lauren, allowed me to experience all three of these cries. I was visiting for the weekend and offered to babysit so my daughter and son-in-law could have an evening out.