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Ritual

July 23, 2009

On the evenings that I’m home, I enjoin the bedtime ritual with our three-year-old. The using of the potty, the washing of the hands, the brushing of the teeth, the reading of two books, and the telling of a story about Eleanor Elisabeth. Then maybe a drink of water and a reminder to close the eyes and take a deep breath and to think about all the fun we’ll have tomorrow.

On this night in particular, she compels me to lay next to her in her tiny toddler bed, “Just for a minute”. I know from experience that if I put my posterior at the end of the bed, my head will just touch the headboard. Taking a deep breath, I relax into the small pillow and mentally rewind a day filled with reminders, re-framing, and re-direction. It feels good to lay still, and to be quiet. She stretches her little arm across my collarbone and whispers in my ear,

Night-night
Sleep tight
Wake up bright
In the morning light

Laying there with the moist words still in my ear, my mind fast-forwards through time, passing increasing conflict and pain and strife along the way. And I suddenly find myself wishing that this moment and these days would last forever. So I whisper,

Night-night
Sleep tight
Wake up bright
In the morning light

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4 Responses to “Ritual”

  1. maria says:

    I love stuff like this.

  2. sparksfly says:

    Is it weird that I get the same feeling when my kids say, "good night mom. I love you, sort of"

  3. jason says:

    Thank you, i needed this. tomorrow will be the third straight 12 hour home alone with a sick kid, not getting the work i was supposed to be doing done, day. if i can keep even a bit of this feeling with me, it'll be a much better day. :)

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