The last of the last of the last of the bedtime routine has morphed into some kind of competition over who says “I love you” last. This has led to hysterical crying on more than one occasion. Since I do not understand the rules of the competition and how to help everyone “win” at this, I try to change the game. We’ve been ending the day differently, and often it leads to some quiet talking with each boy as they settle down for the night. How I love to hear their thoughts as they begin to unpack all the experiences they’ve had in the day!
Last night Titus was apparently thinking about the up-coming trip to Florida for a friend’s wedding. He asked me about the airplane: “Will Daddy ride on the airplane?” “Yes, Daddy will ride on the airplane.” “Will Mama ride on the airplane?” “Yes, Titus, I’ll be on the airplane.” “Will Micah be on the airplane?” “Yes, Micah too.” “Will I be on the airplane?” “Yes, you too, Titus.” “All of the family?” “Yes, all of the family, Titus.” I am so proud of my son for seeking answers to questions that are clearly causing him anxiety. He’s asked me about this several times, and each time seems relieved to know that we will ALL be there.
For Micah, last night’s pondering were less clear to me. “Mama,” he said, “I’m not going to bring any toys to the meeting.” “Okay, Micah…” what meeting? Early this morning he announced that he needed to go tell Titus that he is not going to bring any toys to the meeting. I'm wondering if Titus understood that more than I did!