Bedtime has always been very important to me. I tried so hard to get my children in bed at a good time from the time they were very young. Baby Barrett spent hours, I’m sure, crying in bed because it was bedtime…he hated bedtime and still does. I read a book by a sleep expert when Barrett was a baby and tried to follow it – to the letter! He would cry and cry…and I would pace around the room, do the dishes, talk on the phone, anything, to keep from picking him up. I don’t know if it was a good thing or not. I’m still vexed about bedtime. In my mind, every child should go peacefully to bed when darkness falls or before! Ha! It doesn’t happen at my house. At my house, I go peacefully to bed before most of the others. It’s the only way for me to get enough sleep. I live in a house full of night owls!
There have been a few times when I have encouraged my children to stay up past their bedtime. These were important times.
- a meteor shower
- finishing a great book
- playing chess with Dad after losing game 1
- watching a sibling complete one more step of a favorite hobby (Barrett is into tanning hides and Meredith is fascinated)
- when dear friends are at our house lingering over a late supper
- the birth of our first colt on the farm
- the presidential election returns
I remember as a child being allowed to infringe upon my bedtime when we found the perfect cocker spaniel in the classifieds. My dad and I went to go and pick her up really late one night. That night was magic!
What has been important enough in your life or the lives of your children to allow them to miss some sleep? As a child, do you remember being allowed to stay up late for something special?