Each night at bedtime, my son and I have a very important ritual that we partake in.
It goes something like this:
Easton: “Mama will you lay by me?”
Me: “Of course.” (Crawls in bed with him)
Easton: “Will you rub my back? On the inside?”
Me: “What was your favorite thing you did today?” (Rubbing his back. On the inside.)
I get various answers ranging from an amusement park adventure we had last summer (to which I say, “That wasn’t today” and he replies, “I know but it was my favorite thing!”) to spending time at Grandpa and Grandma’s or watching a movie. The answers I love best are the simplest ones. The ones I don’t think of. I love the days he surprises me with something I would not have expected.
Of course, it is rarely actually a “thing” that is the favorite. It is an activity, event, or moment in our day. ‘Favorite Things’ always makes me think of Oprah and her amazing give-aways. We are certainly not competing with Oprah in our favorite things each night. (Last time I checked, we hadn’t made the Forbes Top Anything List.) However, the riches that we receive in our daily lives completely humble me. They illustrate that the favorite and blessed moments that bring the most joy rarely cost a thing.
I now have a confession to make. I started this post a long time ago.
I found it in my drafts and dusted if off.
So, now you know. I start things and don’t finish them.
I said it. I admit it. It’s true.
What can I say?
I’m here now, aren’t I?
So, while the draft included Easton, I would like to include Eva in this story as well. She is now talking and walking and after all, nearly four. Our ritual was never really the same because she is daddy’s girl to the core. But I now ask my daughter this question too. Being a girl, she usually proceeds to give a bulging synopsis of the days activities. Her answer is lengthy, detailed and extremely descriptive. Totally a girl thing. (Did you know women typically use twice as many words as men throughout the day?) It’s probably best that she bonds with daddy at bedtime. If it was her and I, we’d be awake until well after midnight.
I cherish the dialogue at bedtime with each child. It closes the day in a sweet, loving way to hear their precious thoughts. I love asking my children this question (among others) each night and also try to remind myself of my favorite things as I head to sleep too.
Counting Blessings –