Bedtime snuggles are the best kind of snuggles.
They are the kind of snuggles you get when a tiny person feels completely safe and relaxed in their own little world. The kind that says, ‘I might have been kind of crabby today, Mommy, but I love you and I know you love me.’ The kind that tells you that you must have done something right, even on those days when you’re not so sure.
I love bedtime snuggles.
At our house, we have something of a bedtime routine. Not a strictly timed routine, but an order of operations, so to speak.
Our normal order of operations goes: bath time, reading time, bed time.
Bath time is usually Daddy/Dragonling time. During the first year, when I was home with her, we started this because then Daddy had dedicated time to spend with her every night. Now that he is home with her and I am working we’ve kept it the same mostly because it is part of the routine.
After her bath, Dragonling gets a little massage when we put on her lotion and then into pajamas she goes.
Once the pajamas are on, responsibility for bedtime switches over to Mommy.
Bedtime is my favorite time of day with Dragonling. Don’t get me wrong, I love taking her to the zoo, playing in the park, and all the playtime at home, but I love bedtime and not just because it means I’m closer to some uninterrupted Me-time.
Dragonling loves books, just like her parents, so I can be assured to get to read at least 3 stories before bed. Sometimes it’s the same story three times, but that is still three stories of snuggle time. Occasionally we add 15-20 minutes of tv watching before stories because Dragonling also likes to cuddle while she watches her favorite show, Puffin Rock.
After stories are read comes the time for more snuggles while I rock her to sleep.
We turn on her fountain and noise machine, shut off the light, and sit down in the rocking chair. She usually puts her head on my shoulder and wraps her arms around my neck and buries her nose under my chin. My favorite time…
I say her bedtime prayer with her,
Jesus, tender shepherd, hear me;
Bless thy Little Lamb tonight;
In the darkness, be thou near me;
Keep me safe ’til morning light.
Then we sing together until she gets too tired and then I sing some more. Most of the time the melodies are to songs I know, but I almost always make up the words as I go. I sing about what we did that day or the things we’ll do tomorrow. I sing about all the people who love her. I sing about the hopes and dreams I have for her. I sing because singing makes me happy and at ease and I want that for her too.
When I’ve sung all the words I have for the day sometimes I just sit with her, in the rocking chair, and think about life for a while. Sometimes, when she’s restless and can’t get comfortable, I lay her down and tuck her in. But every time, I tell her I love her and I kiss her goodnight.
Sometimes bedtime is the only true quality time I get to spend with her because life moves fast and time goes faster than I want. Last night I realized that, since she was born, I have put my daughter to sleep every single night.
Six hundred forty-four nights… 644.
Being a Mommy is the most important job I have and I would not trade it for the world.
Count your blessings.
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