Last night Kysa and Josh had a Starlight show to see so we had family dinner at their house and then AH and I stayed with The Marvelous Miss C. This involved the bedtime ritual, which has proven that while I may have been one tough Mama, as a Nana I am a cream puff.
At the appropriate time we picked up toys, put on jammies, pottied, brushed teeth and Papa read stories. I let him have his moment with her, but I'm pretty sure she conned him into reading the same book several times. It's comforting that I am not alone in this. Then I took my bad self in there and said it was time to sleep. She looked up at me, teared up just a tiny bit and warbled out a little, "nooooo". So, Papa left the room and I sat next to her bed for a bit. She is getting to the age when the scary things start to inhabit her room so we checked everywhere for monsters and giants, which I almost convinced her were just friends watching over her to be sure she was ok. Almost.
She lay down and I rubbed her back. I sang a little lullaby to which she responded," what are you doing, Nana?" "Singing you to sleep," I said. "Don't", she says. Everyone is a critic. So instead I made her close her eyes (again and again and again) while we whispered about all the things that were sleeping right then. Birds and bunnies and dogs and cats and lions. I rubbed her back and under her arm (at her request. Rub here..ok, now rub here). Finally I told her it was time to sleep and I left the room. She was quiet for a bit...maybe 20 minutes or so and then she cried out for me. This is when I lost all credibility and went in, wrapped her in a blanket and brought her back out to sit with us on the couch, but only if she would lie still and rest.
You would have thought this child won the 2 year old lottery. She sat all snuggled up, first with me and then with Papa and then back with me, smiling like the sun. Every now and then she would reach up and pat my face. She knows how to appreciate the little things, this one. Finally I decided that it was time to get serious and back to bed we went.
I sat in a little chair right next to her bed and she rolled toward me. I said there would be no more whispering or rubbing, just sleeping. (Ok, I rubbed her arm a little bit. It's such a sweet little arm.) "You stay right there." she tells me and I promise that I would. She holds one of my hands and lays her other hand on my leg, wrapped in the hem of my blouse and I watch her drift off to sleep. It was possibly one of the sweetest moments of my life. My heart exploded a little with love.
Thankfully, when little people sleep, they really SLEEP and I was able to untangle myself from her grasp about 5 minutes before her parents arrive home at 11:00 pm. Mission accomplished....better late than never.
This morning the phone rings around 8:00 am and Miss C wants to know where I am. I promised to stay. right. there. and clearly I am not right.there. Oh, such sweetness. I apologize and she forgives me. There are perks to being the Cream Puff Nana.
Since I quit working the pace of my life has slowed so that I am becoming more and more able to live in the moment and what blessed moments they are.