As tiny babies bedtime was the sweetest part of our day. A warm bath followed by the smell of lavender and freshly laundered foot jammies. We made our way to that old rocking chair. The one passed down for generations and loaned out by my sister, her children far to big to rock these days.
I rocked ever so slowly holding each one tight breathing in their perfection. Songs were sung. Prayers were prayed. One last kiss and down they went for the night.
I dreamed of bedtimes filled with snuggles and giggles as they grew older. I looked forward to reading books like Anne of Green Gables and Little House on the Prairie. I made up stories that I could tell each night.
Instead of our nights ending like the movies with children snuggled close and falling asleep to the sound of their mothers voice reading and singing, our nights end in tears and frustration.
A yearning for peace caused me to approach bedtime differently. To change my posture and responses in hopes that she would follow suit.
Hey Eisley, I have an idea. Tonight when I say it's time to go to sleep you say, [okay mommy]. When I bring you a drink of milk you say, [thank you mommy]. We will hug and kiss and you will say, [goodnight mommy]. Okay? When you do that my heart will say, [MWOM, MWOM, MWOM]. Because my heart said [MWOM, MWOM, MWOM], your heart will say, [mwom, mwom, mwom].
We read a few more pages of The Little House on the Prairie and I started with the routine.
Eisley, it's time to go to sleep.
Here's your milk.
Thank you mommy.
Hugs & kisses.
I head towards the door and turn back with a smile...[MWOM, MWOM, MWOM]!
She giggles and lays down for the night.
*just writing with heather the eo