Yet another fine example of my deluxe parenting skills is the fact that I haven't exactly been diligent with getting my daughter to bed on time.
Part of this is because I like to think that since she doesn't go to school regularly (only 2 mornings a week) she doesn't need to be in bed at the exact same time each night.
Part of it is because it is just too darn easy to have her fall asleep on my lap, or to cuddle with her until we are both good and drowsy.
See? Stellar parenting, pointed out and graciously handed over by yours truly.
I know it's wrong. I know I should make her a bedtime and stick to it. But is it so wrong to want a little quiet, alone time with my last baby, while she is still young enough for it to not really matter?
I'm pretty sure the answer to that question is yes, and no.
Yes it is wrong. Children need schedules and regularity in their routines. Children also need to be able to go to bed on their own at this age. They shouldn't be reliant on a parent in order to be able to settle down. Children need the structure of bedtime. Okay, I get it.
But in other ways, it isn't so wrong. My daughter will sleep in, sometimes until 10am on days when she doesn't have to get up for anything. No harm in that, yet. She falls asleep peacefully, without fits (usually) and in her own way. No harm in that yet, either.
We also share some of the happiest, funniest and loving moments of our days in the evening hours when the boys are slumbering and I don't want to lose that time with her, especially since she'll be going off to kindergarten one day and I'll be required to enforce a proper bedtime when that time comes.
So I find myself stuck in the middle. Stuck in the middle of wishing I'd stayed more "by the book" with her, and on the other hand, not so much.
And nothing could have been more glaringly in-my-face with my poor parenting decision not to remain routine about her bedtime than listening to her tell me, "I don't want to go to school tomorrow Mommy," as she rubbed her tired eyes (at 9:30pm) and said over and over again that she was not ready for bed yet.
"Why don't you want to go to school honey?"
"I don't know."
"You like your friends at school, right? You have fun there, don't you?"
"Than what's the problem?"
"I don't like to wake up in the morning. I am tired in the morning," she finally told me.
This is where I am - between that rock and hard place that follows the realization that what I've been doing has been being selfish. Incredibly selfish.
Sure, she's the last. No, there won't be any more babies after her. But my baby needs her rest. And since a 4-year-old isn't a good judge of when she should be hitting the hay, it is my job to help her learn . . . by giving her a bedtime, sticking to it (mostly) and helping her fall asleep peacefully and contentedly. Just because I enjoy her company isn't a good enough reason to keep her up. In fact, it is kind of lame. Lame and irresponsible and, well, selfish.
Sure, since she's still a pre-kindergartner, it is okay to let her sleep with me on the occasions when my husband is at work, once in a while. And on those occasions I can curl up next to her, run a finger across her still-plump yet getting less so cheek, and whisper "sweet dreams" into her teeny tiny little girl ears.
Those other nights, the ones where I will re-establish our bedtime routine, well, they can be just as sweet. It wasn't that long ago that she would read along with me all the words to Goodnight Moon before clutching her baby doll and closing her eyes as I reached to turn her lamp off.
We just stepped off the path for a bit, and now it's time to find our way back.
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