A Good Night

There is a group of adoptive families in the area, and we have been attending the group events without a child since 2006. They always welcomed us and felt the pain of our long wait. Tonight we went to the group Christmas party as a family, and it was a delight to introduce ourselves as such. Our friends Cindy and her daughter, Iris, and our unofficially adopted daughter, Louise, came along and shared the fun. What a well planned and orchestrated evening it was. Craft tables were available and manned with volunteers to help the kids, the gym was set up with an obstacle course and pinata, and the church's huge climbing/sliding play area was open. Maryn was using her imagination pretending parts of the play area were her house. She showed me where the kitchen was and mommy and daddy's bedroom and which was her bedroom. We took advantage of the opportunity to discuss her sleeping in her own bed. When we arrived home, she had been asleep in the car so we carried her into the house and helped her get settled into her own bed for the first time. She didn't object and slept the whole night on her own. The next night she was asleep in the car on the way home again so we carried her in and tucked her into her own bed. No problem, and it was another great night of sleep for all of us. We had been wondering how we would ever get her into her own bed, and the planets were aligned just right to give it a try. We got lucky. She wants the nightlight on, but she knows where to find us if she needs us, and we have been tucking her into her own bed since. Neither of us parents are getting kicked in the night or clinging to the edge of the bed anymore, and we don't have to tiptoe around any longer. There's nothing sweeter than tucking a child into bed with a story and a kiss unless, of course, you're tucking her into her own bed. Good night, sleep tight!