One of the things I missed the most while I was away from my family last weekend was our bedtime routine.
Don’t get me wrong. Two blissful evenings of uninterrupted meals, showers and flopping on a huge, spotless bed were like a dream come true. But I did miss snuggling in my bed with my children for their bedtime book, or two.
It isn’t only the closeness of proximity that I treasure with my offspring at this time of the day, (and their more sedated mood), but also the opportunity to connect with them, and impart some knowledge or wisdom in a fun and effortless way.
I love to read the text, but I also welcome my children’s input. The questions that arise are par for the course and are an excellent way to extend their education and understanding of the world in an atmosphere that is unforced, and in which they are not only a comfortable and willing, but also active participants.
Last night, back into the bedtime swing of things, Foghorn climbed up onto the bed next to me while The Woo selected ‘Why I Love My Mummy,’ from our collection.
Snuggling under the doona, I began…
“I love my mummy because she holds my hand.”
“You hold my hand,” piped up The Woo.
“Me too!” agreed Foghorn.
“I love my mummy because she helps me.”
“You help me, don’t you mummy?”
“Yes,” I replied. “It’s kind to help people.”
This pattern continued as we flicked through the pages.
“I love my mummy because she is beautiful.”
“You are bootiful mummy.”
“Awwww, am I?” I beamed at The Woo.
“Yeah, when you and Daddy go out you look bootiful Mummy” he stopped and nodded innocently at me “…but not today!!!”
At this point I actually burst out laughing so loudly that Hubbster came in to see what all the noise was about.
Since we are feeling comfortable enough to be so honest with one another, I think I may break with the usual routine and make a little book selection of my own tomorrow night!!!
Unfortunately since this post was published, the author has pulled the pdf version offline, which as a writer who knows the hard work, sweat and tears that go into a manuscript, I am inclined to say – good for you!
It is an insanely hilarious book for adults, especially those who have lived or are weathering the storm of the early years.
I have several all-knowing childless friends, who I can’t wait to see blessed with a baby -, so I can present them (and their bagless eyes and gray-free hairline) with this book, and greet them into the exclusive club!
(Warning: Contains strong language. Do not click if you do not have a sense of humour!)