The other night I was tucking Madeline in for bed and and was faced with yet another round of tears. “Please don’t leave me yet. Mommy, I need you to rub me.” [Translation: Give me a back rub, which I’d already been doing for five minutes].
“I already rubbed you.”
“I need the ‘kissing hand.'”
So I kissed her two small hands, and she “placed” my kisses in her heart by holding her hands to her chest.
“Good night,” I said.
“Mommy, give Raja the ‘kissing hand.'”
I kissed her stuffed tiger’s paws.
“And my elephant.”
I kissed her floppy elephant’s feet.
“Good night,” I said again.
“Mommy, you forgot to sing to me.”
Which was true, so I sang a little song I made up for bedtime:
Close your eyes, little one.
Go to sleep – the day is done.
“Mommy, I need more animals.”
So, foolish softy that I am, I tossed a few more stuffed animals in her bed and before too long she was surrounded by a herd of furry friends.
“It’s time to say good night now,” I said. “Don’t worry. We’ll be right down the hall doing boring adult work, and your guardian angel will be here to watch over you,” I said.
“Where is my guardian angel?” she asked.
“Well, you can’t see her, but she’s here watching over you.”
“I want you, Mommy. My guardian angel doesn’t cuddle with me.”
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