|at one of our bowling outings|
Every night we go through a bedtime routine with our kiddos. It isn't perfect and perhaps we are doing it all wrong, but it is our routine. Part of that routine involves putting Isabelle to bed in our bed until Molly falls asleep in their room. Every night, Isabelle has the same requests. She wants our door left open, to sleep on Dad's pillow, use the sheet only, have the radio on, have a nightlight, and then a song and a story (which you are required to make up). It is a lengthy routine, but if followed, usually means she will go right to sleep. However, sometimes she asks me to stay and "snuggle up" with her.
A couple of nights ago she asked and I responded like I normally do and told her no. I am usually worn out by bedtime and I just want the kids to go to sleep so I can have a little bit of time with Jason before we go to sleep. As soon as I told her no, I felt a little tug on my heart to snuggle up despite the fact that I was tired and worn out and just wanted some time to decompress.
I laid down with her for not even five minutes and while I was snuggling, realized that there is probably not that much time left of her asking me to snuggle with her. Pretty soon she will be too old and too cool to snuggle with her momma and I will be the one asking her to, "please, pretty please, snuggle up with me." Kind of depressing, really.
So for now, I am going to snuggle up, and cuddle and give extra hugs and kisses because really, whether want it to or not, the time is quickly approaching where they will stop asking.