Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Sad the Day is Over
We have a pretty good bedtime rhythm, it has been a part of our rhythm for a few years now with just a few tweaks here and there. Last week I made a tweak.
For close to a year now once bath time is done, bedtime snack eaten, stories read and teeth brushed, my little man snuggles up, looks up at me with his big brown eyes and says, "I'm sad the day is over." I hug him tight and take a deep breath and then I ask him about his day. What did he enjoy, what were his favourite parts, did he laugh enough, run enough, play enough and so on. I listen, and I let him know it is okay for him to be sad it is all over and that we have tomorrow to look forward to. In truth though, there is no tomorrow for him. He lives in the now, the moment that is happening right now and tomorrow is a strange concept for him, at least right now.
Last week during one of our bedtime conversations I blurted out something that popped into my head at that moment..."Let's get you a journal." I explained it a little more and he loved the idea. Friday we headed to Chapters where I knew a large selection of journals awaited us and I was sure he would find something he would love to record his days in. It didn't take long and we left with a new journal and an excited little man.
After his bath, bedtime snack, stories and teeth brushing, I grabbed the journal and a pen and we laid side by side on his bed. I wrote the date and a single line that read...the favourite things about my day are.
I read it to him and we began rattling off all the things he enjoyed about his day. Getting a new journal, riding my bike, playing with the cat (I have not introduced you to the cat yet), watering my garden, planting seeds, walking Shelby (our dog), having dinner outside....and so on he went. I wrote away as fast as I could catching all the goodness from his day. Then he went quiet, I look beside me and he was smiling. He snuggled up to me and said..."I love you." We packed the journal away, turned out the lights and snuggled up for him to go to sleep. There was no sadness to the bedtime routine that night. No sadness that the day was over. Each night he is excited to "write" in his journal and think back about all the favourite things from his day.
All of this, the journal, the moment we share each night writing in his journal, the recalling of his day and what he enjoyed most about it, makes my heart happy and brings peace as he falls asleep. It has been a good tweak to our bedtime rhythm.