I’m back to life after New Year’s Eve. Not because I was hungover but because my daughter had her FIRST sleepover.
Two hours before the clock struck midnight, the nagging began. Renaissance Man and I were sipping bubbly on my mother-in-law’s couch while screaming toddlers played at our feet. Yes, this is how we ring in the New Year since becoming parents. I know. We’re wild.
My seven year old plopped down on my lap and started the negotiations:
Lolli: Mom, can I pleeeease spend the night at grandma’s?
Me: But you didn’t pack anything. You don’t even have a toothbrush.
Lolli: I’m sure grandma has an extra one. Pretty please mommy.
Me: Ask your dad.
Needless to say, we agreed to let her spend the night. But, it wasn’t without a fight. I don’t know what it is about sleepovers that I want to avoid so badly. I’m certain it’s because of the irrational thoughts that bombard my head. Perhaps I saw Lolli as a child who was incapable of being separated from her mommy. I couldn’t help but wonder: Will she fall asleep easily? What happens if she has a bad dream? Who will be there to greet her in the morning?
I am such a worry wart. My gosh! It was just a sleepover. She wasn’t going off to college. Or worse, getting married. God help me when we cross that milestone. I will be a walking puddle.
The truth is I can’t insulate my children forever. I know that sleepovers with girlfriends are inevitable. Lolli has already been invited to a few slumber parties, but I shut that down real fast. For now, I still have a measure of control over my babies and I plan on keeping it as long as I can.
As it turned out, Lolli did great. I didn’t fare so well. I woke up several times thinking about the empty bed down the hall. I’m sure I will change my views on sleepovers in a few years. After all, if other parents are gluttons for punishment, why should I care?
Has your child ever had a sleepover?