Today, I committed a revolutionary act.
I let my daughter sleep.
We have both been taking turns dealing with various levels of illnesses over the last couple of months, and not always successfully, so for once, after a kinda rough night of alternating between sneezing and blowing her nose, I let her sleep.
During the week, she has to get up no later than 5:30 am, in order to be out of the house by no later than 6:20, so that she can be dropped off with the same sitter that she has had since she was 18 months old before I go to work. From there, she will walk to school with the same kids she has known all her life. We go through this exercise because, unfortunately, she is not good at waking up on her own to get to school on time, and truancy is a real thing that parents are held accountable for, and this is my way of making sure she gets to school on time every day. Despite all of her activities, we do try hard to make sure that she is in bed by 9:00 on school nights. Although it doesn't always happen that way. Then she ends up not getting as much sleep as she should.
So today, I let her sleep.
Lately, our Saturdays have been busy. After having to move her bi-weekly hair appointments from Friday afternoons to early Saturday mornings to accommodate both her new Drill Team schedule, and her very popular hair stylist (who just happens to be the salon's owner. Who is just that GOOD!), and trying to accommodate her visitation schedule with her dad, balanced against church activities, a doctor that will mercifully see her on Saturdays, and everything else on her packed calendar, sometimes even a nap is asking too much.
For the past 17 years, we have gotten up and gone to same church almost every Sunday morning. Up until a year or so ago, that meant unless one of the choirs we sing with was performing somewhere else, we were there. Rain or shine, sick or tired or worn out, we showed up. It finally occurred to me the year that I kept showing up to church so sick that I could hardly speak, that with the number of children and elderly people at church, that spreading what eventually turned out to be strep throat that morphed into an ear infection, amounted to nothing more than a foolish consistency that didn't impress anyone at best, and exposed vulnerable populations to very dangerous diseases for no real reason except ego, at worst. I know how much I don't like it when people who are sick are spreading the germs around, so I decided not to do the one thing I quietly hate.
So today, I let her sleep.
In our push to make sure our kids are kept busy so as not to get into any kind of trouble, I think we forget that their bodies and brains are still developing. Getting adequate food, water, exercise, and REST are huge parts of that development. We adults love to brag about how little sleep we need to survive, and pass this unhealthy mentality on to our children, as examples of toughness, or fortitude, or whatever. I admit to being steeped in these kind of attitudes, and this whole self care thing is new to me, and I am still learning when to push ahead, and when to slow down, for both my daughter and myself. It takes time to learn to prioritize your family's and your own health and well being after a lifetime of not doing so. One small step at a time.
So today, I let her sleep.
I let my daughter sleep.
We have both been taking turns dealing with various levels of illnesses over the last couple of months, and not always successfully, so for once, after a kinda rough night of alternating between sneezing and blowing her nose, I let her sleep.
During the week, she has to get up no later than 5:30 am, in order to be out of the house by no later than 6:20, so that she can be dropped off with the same sitter that she has had since she was 18 months old before I go to work. From there, she will walk to school with the same kids she has known all her life. We go through this exercise because, unfortunately, she is not good at waking up on her own to get to school on time, and truancy is a real thing that parents are held accountable for, and this is my way of making sure she gets to school on time every day. Despite all of her activities, we do try hard to make sure that she is in bed by 9:00 on school nights. Although it doesn't always happen that way. Then she ends up not getting as much sleep as she should.
So today, I let her sleep.
Lately, our Saturdays have been busy. After having to move her bi-weekly hair appointments from Friday afternoons to early Saturday mornings to accommodate both her new Drill Team schedule, and her very popular hair stylist (who just happens to be the salon's owner. Who is just that GOOD!), and trying to accommodate her visitation schedule with her dad, balanced against church activities, a doctor that will mercifully see her on Saturdays, and everything else on her packed calendar, sometimes even a nap is asking too much.
For the past 17 years, we have gotten up and gone to same church almost every Sunday morning. Up until a year or so ago, that meant unless one of the choirs we sing with was performing somewhere else, we were there. Rain or shine, sick or tired or worn out, we showed up. It finally occurred to me the year that I kept showing up to church so sick that I could hardly speak, that with the number of children and elderly people at church, that spreading what eventually turned out to be strep throat that morphed into an ear infection, amounted to nothing more than a foolish consistency that didn't impress anyone at best, and exposed vulnerable populations to very dangerous diseases for no real reason except ego, at worst. I know how much I don't like it when people who are sick are spreading the germs around, so I decided not to do the one thing I quietly hate.
So today, I let her sleep.
In our push to make sure our kids are kept busy so as not to get into any kind of trouble, I think we forget that their bodies and brains are still developing. Getting adequate food, water, exercise, and REST are huge parts of that development. We adults love to brag about how little sleep we need to survive, and pass this unhealthy mentality on to our children, as examples of toughness, or fortitude, or whatever. I admit to being steeped in these kind of attitudes, and this whole self care thing is new to me, and I am still learning when to push ahead, and when to slow down, for both my daughter and myself. It takes time to learn to prioritize your family's and your own health and well being after a lifetime of not doing so. One small step at a time.
So today, I let her sleep.
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