No one’s sleeping
My oldest daughter hasn’t been sleeping well lately.
Nighttime has become a routine of reading four books, then one more, please one more, and then singing three songs and then one more and then fulfilling a request to tell her the entire plot of “Frozen” while she comes up with another excuse for me not to leave her alone in her room.
“Please don’t go. Now tell me about ‘Frozen II.’ Please. Stay and snuggle me…”
She doesn’t want to be alone. And so none of us have been sleeping well lately, struggling between wanting to teach our 4-year-old independence and self-soothing and just giving into laying down with her, holding on tight before she grows too big to need us this way anymore.
Who cares if I wind up with a foot in my face and my body dangling halfway off the bed with no covers in reach? Who cares if we’re sleeping with her until she goes to college?
“Why now?” I wonder aloud to my husband as we telepathically will the other parent to deal with her 2 a.m. visit to our bedroom.
Is she growing? Is she scared of something? Are we spoiling her beyond repair? Are there really monsters in her closet? How do we not screw this child up?
Last night, after the bedtime stories and snuggles and songs and snuggles, I tried a compromise to spending the night with her and set up camp outside her bedroom door. I could hear her tossing and turning as I scrolled through the news on my phone that, minute by minute, seemed to pile up to what was starting to feel suspiciously like the end of the world.
Every once in a while, my daughter would get out of her bed to check to see if I was still there, and with each check-in I reassured her, but tried not to give in. “I’m still here. Go lay in bed. I’m still here. Please, try to go to sleep.”
This went on for a good hour or so, which left me alone on the hard hallway floor facing the news of a country that’s divided and a disease that’s spreading and a world that’s uncertain and populations of people trying not to panic.
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And even though I knew I should tear myself away from it, take a deep breath and find my perspective again, I just felt my own anxiety rising in the back of my throat. In the dark and quiet of a privileged life in a house on the ranch that used to feel so far from everything, I was feeling scared.
And the fear wasn’t necessarily for myself, but for a world full of people who could be impacted beyond repair, not necessarily just by the things out of our control, but more disturbingly, by the decisions we make. How do we not screw this up?
Suddenly, it was me who needed reassurance. Suddenly, it was me who didn’t want to be alone in the dark with my own thoughts. Suddenly, I could relate to my daughter who had been tossing and turning and worrying and checking to make sure I was still there for her for the past hour.
She just wanted to feel safe. I just wanted to feel safe, laying smack in the middle of a metaphor my tiny daughter had created for me.
Because collectively, right now, that’s what we all want. To feel like we’re taken care of and that we have the means to take care of ourselves.
We want to have a plan. We want to be in control. And if we can’t be in control, we at least want to feel like we have the right people, our community, sitting on the other side of the door telling us not to worry.
We’ve got you.
Rest easy tonight.
I know it’s not just this house losing sleep these days. So I got up off the floor and went in to lay with my daughter, who curled in next to my body and immediately fell asleep. And it might not be the right thing, but it felt right to me then, because sometimes the only thing we can do is be present and hold on.
Now, let me tell you about “Frozen II.”
Jessie, you sure do have a way with words, you are very talented. I say go with your gut in regards to your girls, looks like you are doing a great job.
I too, am wondering about all that is going on. I don’t think I’ve ever lived through a similar situation in my life. All I can do is pray for my family and friends and our great country.
One thing my daughter in law did was put a Rocker outside their door and every so often she would ask if she was there…..it worked and Milly was about the same age this happened. it is a phase. Also they are gong through all the changes we are, routine change is huge. Your girls are a delight.
Everything that’s going on is so scary! I’m so glad you held her. Why not?? Now she feels safe and loved and there’s nothing wrong with that!! Nothing at all!!
Say a prayer and while you are praying, keep your hands away from your face. 🙂 Your writings are always so good Jesse. . . Thanks.
Be safe out there in the Watford wilds!
Thank you Jesse! You beautifully said what I think a lot of us are feeling, both as parents every day and now as we navigate the pandemic. It feels good to have someone say it so we know we’re not alone.