Last night I was putting the twins to bed and they were putting me through the wringer.
I don’t know about other moms, but bedtime is a particularly difficult time for me to hold on to patience. For one thing, all the “nice” has been leaking out of me all day, and by 8 p.m. it is ALL GONE. I often tell the kids, at eight o’clock, Nice Mommy is gone and Mean Mommy comes out. So please try to be in bed before then. For your own safety.
So it was past eight, and one twin was repeatedly jumping on the bed (and jumping on the dresser, and jumping on his sister) and the other one was running around naked with her PJ’s on her head instead of her body, and I was losing patience FAST.
Then they finally settled down for a bedtime story. I was SO DONE with motherhood for the day. The story they chose was…
Love You Forever by Robert Munsch.
(If you’ve never read this one, it’s about a mother who sings a song –“I’ll love you forever. I’ll like you for always. As long as I’m living, my baby you’ll be.”– to her little boy every night as he grows up and she grows old. At the end he sings the song to his own newborn child.)
I dare ANY mother to get to the end of reading this story to a child snuggled in her lap with dry eyes. It KILLS me every time.
Okay. Maybe Nice Mommy can stay around a little while longer.