It’s come to this: my eight-year-old is tucking me into bed now. Yes, I go to sleep at 6:30 p.m. and her bedtime is at 8 p.m.
For months, she and her dad have actually been doing this, but it’s been informal and never stated out loud. When I head towards the bedroom to lie down, I say goodnight, and they usually follow me in to hang out for a few minutes as I wind down.
It’s a weird version of family time (which might also include an early family dinner, depending on the day.) We lie in my bed and we talk about our day for a little while before they leave me.
The other night, my husband went to a night class, so it was just Olivia and me. I headed to bed and she said she wanted to watch TV until 8.
I was having such a lovely time playing with her in her room that I asked her to keep me company for a little bit more. “Come tuck me in please,” I asked.
“But I want to watch TV,” she pushed back.
“Please? Tuck me in and cuddle with me for a few minutes,” I pleaded.
She said OK and tried to brush me off with a quick kiss. “No, can you lie with me for a while?” I insisted.
“Oh, OK,” she acquiesced, and came into bed to spoon with me. Oh, I love my little girl.
I love this time of day so much. She makes my heart full. She actually spent a decent amount of unhurried time with me before she kissed me again and excused herself to the television room.
I know the cycle of life means that eventually, the parent becomes the child and the child becomes the parent. I didn't expect it so soon!