The other night, after finally convincing the child that YES, it really was bedtime, NO you may not sleep on the couch, Voldemort made it upstairs and into the bed.
And then, as I was getting ready to go upstairs and do the normal nighttime routine of changing into my pajamas before turning off the lights in Voldemort’s room, Voldemort yells downstairs to me.
“You don’t need to tuck me in tonight, Mama!”
Um. What? Why not?
“Because I’m growing up.”
My eight year old is too grown up to be tucked in anymore.
I’m fine, of course. Totally fine. This is good. I don’t have to walk upstairs for the ten seconds or so of hair petting and lights outting and “Mama, I think we dream because..”
Sure. This is good. I can handle this.
No problem.
*sob*
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