Musings by Melissa

Ah, bedtime.  That special time of day when kids want to lay in the dark and whisper about the events of the day.  I love that time of day as well.  Sometimes I’ll spend too much time with one kidlet, and another one will fall asleep before I get there, but I thoroughly enjoy tucking my kids into bed.

Each kid has their own bedtime quirk.  One of them loves to have their hair/head rubbed.  One loves to fall asleep with me rubbing their back, especially their shoulder blades and the back of their neck.  And another loves to have their face touched.  They usually don’t clamor for glasses of water, although in the winter, bed buddies are often a pleasant surprise for them.  (Bed buddies are bags made out of polar fleece that are filled with rice.  Kind of like bean bags, but with rice.  We heat them in the microwave until they are warm, and then I love to place them by cold piggies.  Ahhh…)

The other night as I was going through our bedtime ritual.  I saw it.  One of the signs of puberty: the dreaded pimple.  Ugh!  Oh, how it brought back memories.  Yuck!  While the pimple is now gone, as I stroke that precious cheek g’night, I wonder how much longer until I have to research acne treatment gel.  Hopefully not for a long time.  But even as time marches on, this mama will always love to whisper, “G’night … Mama loves you!”