Our kids are pretty good with bedtime, it took us a while to get there, but most nights they are easy and calm and go down without a problem. Last night, well, last night was not one of those nights. Instead, we had an overtired 2 year old that had done some serious playing during the day and didn’t want to get out of the bath because he knew books and bed were next. As he protested getting out of the bath (which is not totally uncommon because he loves bath time) we figured it would pass, like it usually does, when we got him dressed and settled in to read.
Not the case this time. Nope. The whimpering quickly spiraled into sobs, tears and boogies everywhere. Matt tried to read him his books and calm him down by singing, rocking. Nothing. This kiddo was so tired and he could not regain control of himself. Matt laid down next to him in bed as he tried to rub his back to get him to sleep but Connor just kept pushing him away. I could see the distress on his face as he left Connor’s bedroom (and I could still hear the cries he was leaving behind) and he said, “He wanted me to leave.”
He cried for a good 45 minutes before he finally went off to sleep. He knew he was tired and he really didn’t want us with him. He can be so independent. Sometimes this makes life easier. Sometimes it makes us beam with pride. And other times it breaks our hearts.
I think we were both happy when he woke up an hour later (because he had buried himself in blankets and was way too warm) and all he wanted was to be snuggled back to sleep.
Of course I’ll snuggle you, baby boy. And I’ll rock you and I’ll sing to you. And then, once you are asleep, I’ll just stay there a few extra minutes to enjoy the peace, the calm and..you – I’ll enjoy these moments with you.