Thursday, December 16, 2010
I was the one not quite ready....
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...I was the reluctant one. Ever since I first laid eyes on the movie "A Christmas Story", I knew instantly that when I had kids, sharing a room would be a must. The two single beds placed perfectly with a table in between was the only reason why they have shared a room since little M was 9 months old. (I am also a little obsessed with that movie...) And every night since then, I have thoroughly enjoyed peeking in as they slept soundly side by side. Sure, there were moments that proved troublesome when trying to get them to sleep at an appropriate time (especially when little M moved out of the crib. There were many a night of screams from big A protesting, "he won't stop climbing on top of me!", and many more nights of hearing little feet running back and forth for what seemed like an eternity.), but the overall pluses of sharing a room made it all worthwhile. The conversations were always fun to eavesdrop on, and this was usually the time that both boys got along really well. Phrases such as, "wouldn't it be awesome if..", and "do you want to hear something cool?" became quite popular as they got older, and both found more enjoyment in conversing with one another. (There were plenty of moments when little M was too young to converse back and forth with big A. It was often a case of big A wanting to talk, but little M just finding pleasure in shouting out potty words and jumping on big A)
..So when big A started approaching me with the idea of moving to his own room, I was quite reluctant. I thought about it for a while, and after the umpteenth request, decided it was worth a try. The spare room was quickly painted, and "cooler" stuff was arranged just so on the shelf.
...That night he went to bed excited, but at the same time quite nervous about being alone for the first time in 6 years. I had to lay with him down to sleep, and as I did so, found myself feeling quite sad. The room seemed so empty....there was no little body nearby sleeping soundly, and the room just seemed so "empty". Once asleep, I went downstairs and spent the rest of the night "mourning" the loss of what I had loved so much about them being together.
..A couple of nights went by, and as the fears of being alone faded away, a new and older boy started to emerge...a boy that thrived in the feeling of independence as he read himself to bed at night. No longer did the lights have to go out when mummy left the room in order for both boys to fall asleep quickly. He was now old enough to be allowed an extra 20 minutes to read with the light on, and given the important job of following mummy's instructions to turn it out himself at the designated time. And every night since then, I have crept up the stairs and watched as the light goes at exactly the right time, knowing that in that room lies a boy who is loving this new sense of independence.
...It was time, and I am just so thankful for the wonderful years they did have together.
(and I have to say, as much as I loved those long conversations, it is nice not having to call up several reminders to stop talking and quiet down...those boys have been known to go for up to three hours doing so!)
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