Sometimes, I sit down to write my Works for me Wednesday post, and I think, “That’s too pedestrian to write about.” But usually, I write about it anyway, and I hope that it helps somebody. Or at least gives you a laugh. This is one of those posts.
Grace was exhausted tonight. She was so far beyond tired that she cried and whined that My not tiiiiiiiired! for most of a half hour.
She found reason after reason that she couldn’t go to bed. Story after story needed to be read. Songs needed to be sung. Rhymes needed to be recited.
She was exhausted.
I have my first cold of the school year, and I’m not feeling especially perky, either. I wanted nothing more than to take a nap on the couch while Joe put Grace to bed.
Not long after they got upstairs, I heard Mommy hold me! and then Not yooooooou! My want Mommy! The conversation quickly deteriorated, and I abandoned my nap on the couch for Grace’s rocking chair. I wasn’t thrilled.
Sitting in the quiet, Grace asked me to read a Miss Spider book to her. Squinting in the darkness, and thankful that the pages with words were white, I read the book. When I finished, she asked me to read it a second time.
She paused a long time (in which I hoped she’d fallen asleep), but then whispered, Yeah. Mommy tell me story.
The next long pause was mine. I wasn’t sure what to say. I’ve never told anyone a bedtime story before.
How Did I Tell Grace Bedtime Story?
I started with Grace’s favorite story opener.
Once upon a time,
And then I included Grace.
there was a little girl named Grace.
Then I added in all of the things that I love about my baby.
She was so kind and so smart and so beautiful that all of the people who knew her were smitten with love for her.
I paused, and apparently, I took too long.
Again? Grace whispered, patting my chest with her little hand. I had to start over, but I said the same thing. That bought me a little time to think of what would come next. It couldn’t be anything exciting or scary. I wanted her to go to sleep, nightmare free.
I don’t know why, but the Wonder Pets popped into my brain, and that led to remembering that Grace was the helper today at day care.
Grace was such a good helper that everyone called her Super Grace. Whenever an animal was in trouble, Super Grace would save it.
Next I threw in some wishful thinking.
Whenever toys needed to be put away, Super Grace did it. Whenever a mess needed to be cleaned up, Super Grace cleaned it. She even helped her Mommy and Daddy with the laundry.
She didn’t respond to that. I heard one of the cats meow in the hallway, and I knew where my story would go.
One day, Super Grace was picking up her toys when she heard a sound like this: meow! meow!
She looked in her bedroom, but she couldn’t find the sound. She looked in the bathroom, but she couldn’t find the sound.
I won’t make you read it, but I went through every room in our house, including the hallways, basement, porches, patio, and the closet that the furnace is in. Super Grace left no door unopened.Â After every couple of rooms, Super Grace heard the noise again.
Super Grace was getting worried. She thought she wouldn’t be able to help the animal in trouble. She heard the noise again, meow! meow! and she remembered that there was one more place where she could look.
Super Grace opened the door to the garage and she saw Sammy the cat sitting there. Somebody had shut him in the garage by mistake. He was so happy to see Super Grace that he kissed her and hugged her and said ‘Thank you, Super Grace! You saved me!’
I paused, waiting for Grace to say Again Mommy! but she didn’t. She was already asleep.
Happily submitted to Works for Me Wednesday
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