The darkening sky
the sun on a dimmer switch
as it transitions to twilight
Stars begin their twinkling and constellations come into view,
reminding me of planetariums and telescopes
teaching my children the wonders of the night sky.
Nightly baths and clean PJs, the scent of Johnson's Baby shampoo permeating the air.
Memories of my son's bedtime, when night held no charms for him
a reluctant surrender to sleep.
Of bedtime rituals and his insistence that he could never sleep alone.
Snuggled together in his single bed, we began:
"Night, sleep tight. Don't let the bedbugs bite.
No bedbugs, no bad guys, no monsters under the bed.
Just you and me - and sweet dreams."
How these words, his body cuddled next to mine
this nightly litany of comfort
eased him into drooping eyelids, relaxation -
and finally, sleep.
When his breathing was deep and his body still,
I'd kiss his cheek or forehead and ease out of his bed, careful not to step on the pile of books we had read,
each story a bit of distraction, conversations about Berenstein bears,
and Sam I Am.
I abandoned him to his dreams.
Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop provided the inspiration: Write a blog post inspired by the word: Night