I put middle of the night in the title, because that's what 2:00am to 3:30am is considered for most people, although I was just ending a work project and thinking about heading to bed before work tomorrow morning. But then I hear the squeak of the hinge from the door down the hall and a whimper. Please don't be illness (which my daughter proudly informed me was another word for sick tonight). It was thankfully just a super soaked pull up. Those are rare these days, thankfully.
I start in on the cleaning, and comforting. It is safe to say those grumpy, half awake when you really want to be sleeping genes are mine. I totally get it, so I make it the best I can avoiding larger fusses by finding the Elsa jammies, without the buttons because who wants to fuss with buttons anytime after 10pm? Little turtle and monster feet slippers also a help. The true savior here is the coveted Hearts Blanky still being dry. Now for some snuggles.
I unwrap the layers of blankets from the messy headed pile of sleepy in the recliner and we snuggle in. Usually at these hours we'd go straight for The Thomas Song, which recaps all the highlights of her day including Thomas the Train along for the adventures, but during the pajama change I had noticed a large and rather fresh looking bruise on the back of her leg and asked her what happened.
No memories of anything particular, but there was reports of wiggly legs at school during the end of the day educational TV time, as well as when a friend had pushed her down. We discuss what we can do in that situation, how we should treat our friends, and apologizing when things don't go as intended as well as offering forgiveness to others. She gets it, and she knows what's expected of her. She knows what being nice means, how emotions can sometimes control situations, how no matter if you are always nice some people won't be, and how all kids are learning just like her.
She confessed sometimes it is hard to apologize when she is on her own and there isn't a stuffed lovey or a grown up to help. I suggested that the fairies could help make her brave, as it is always kind and responsible to apologize for the things we don't make good choices about. Silly Mom. Fairies are too small, how could they even help?!
Magic. Fairies have magic and that can help make you brave. She didn't know that, and considers the impact these magical fairies may have on her life. From being brave, to leaving coins when you stay in bed all night, these fairies are good friends to have. Thankfully her aunt, uncle, and cousin had sent her very own fairy door for her birthday that keeps the coins a comin'. I'm not entirely sure how the coins end up in my floor boards, but I have a pretty short list of suspects.
One more, well thought out, extensively set up question about fairy magic before The Thomas Song to which I reply, making sure to repeat back all her set up conditions:
"Yes, love, maybe the fairies will leave you a package of smarties in your lunch box for you to have as an after school snack if you are a good girl all day and do all your work and mind your teachers, always asking to use the potty and not playing in the soap and water when do, and doing a good job getting ready for school on school days."
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