It’s a (Sometimes) Peaceful Life
When all my children were small bedtime had a much different feel at my house. First of all because there was an actual bedtime. One that was earlier than mine. Now with teenagers who play sports and have tons of homework, they are often up at night long after I have turned in. In fact, one day last week my oldest son arrived home at 10:45pm. He had been gone since early morning when he got on the bus to go to school. I had fully intended to stay awake so we could chat about his day when he got home. But then I thought I will just lay down on my bed, on top of all the covers, FULLY DRESSED! so it wouldn’t count as sleeping, and wait for him. We all know how that turned out.
The bedtime of years ago was a magical time when the house was dark and quiet. When freshly bathed, sweet smelling children would be tucked into their beds. Beds, which seemed impossibly large, contained their tiny bodies and a host of stuffed friends. Stories would be read. Secrets would be revealed in hushed whispers. There was a feeling that no matter how the day had gone that tomorrow would be a clean state, a chance to get it right, to try again. I clung to those peaceful moments.
My house is loud and chaotic during the day. We are all busy. We all talk loudly. Many times during dinner I think I need to invest in a pair of earplugs and practice just nodding and smiling at everyone.
But once night time arrives and homework is completed, I turn all the extra lights off. I light candles and since it has been cooler here, I light the fireplace. We all just sit and relax. Television is not allowed on school nights, something my children would say is unfair, but secretly I don’t think that they mind.
My 9 and 10 year olds are at that age where they no longer cuddle or sit on my lap, mostly because they would crush me. But partly also because the are too “grown up” to do so. But at night, when the lights are low and we are reading aloud, they will rest their heads on my shoulders, or wrap their arms around mine. These days are numbered.
The conversations flow easier in the evening. Things are talked about and revealed that might not be under the bright glare of light. And often as they reveal their inner most thoughts I carefully chose my words in response. I notice the less I talk, the more they will. And so I bite my tongue. This time of day still holds that special magic of years ago, it just has changed as the kids have grown older.
For the second year in a row I am partnering with the people at GoodNites as part of their campaign to make bedtime special.
GoodNites has created Bedtime Theater. A program that follows Iggy as he explores the world around him and conquers his fears. All while traveling on his Wiggy bed. The best part, for me, was working with a host of bloggers that I know and love to create the story.
Go on and read the ongoing story of Iggy and his Wiggy bed. It was fun to be a part of it and would be a nice story to share with your little ones at the end of the day.
(There is also a writing contest with a $2500 PRIZE. Yes, those are real American dollars, not Monopoly money. Write and enter your own Iggy Adventure story.)
Compliments of the nice people at GoodNites I am giving away three tote bags filled with wonderful stuff. To win one of the totes all you have to do is leave me a comment on this post and tell me how you create peace in your home in the evening. There will be three separate drawings– THREE CHANCES TO WIN! The first drawing will be Thursday, March 4.
An iPod shuffle, a pair of Logitech speakers, a $25 iTunes gift card, and a fabulous blanket, perfect for snuggling under and reading stories. All of it packed in a reusable Patagonia bag. I wish I were eligible to win.
Disclaimer: I have partnered with GoodNites® for this series of posts and giveaways; I am being compensated for my participation in the Bedtime Theater program and for hosting these giveaways, not for promoting a product. Just so we’re all clear.