Bedtime has been endearing lately.
We watch a couple bed time clips. Then we read a book or two. We pray together.
Then, She has to be rocked. Often she holds my arm and pats it as if she's the one putting me to bed.
Then she refers to herself in the third person. "Yaiya" She says...because she can't make a 'k' sound. She points to her bed.
I put her in her bed. But it doesn't end there. She has to hold my hand.
And then as she is getting close to sleeping she lets go of my hand and says "Dada" and points to the rocking chair.
Even if she's going to sleep, she wants us to stay close by.
I've tried to tip toe out and shorten the process (because bedtime seems to be getting lengthier and lengthier). But more than once I've been caught sneaking and she begins yelling out "Dada" and crying.
She wants to be with us. There is security and safety in her mom and dad. She finds rest there. Peace.
The day is obviously coming where mom and dad are no longer viewed as superheroes but instead as villains.
The day is coming when the desire to linger in our presence will turn to a desire for us to scram.
But today is not that day.
Do yourself a favor...even on the hard days, the long days, the exhausting days...
Don't miss the sacredness in moments like these.
Because the greatest discipleship impact you will likely ever have is who you tuck in each night.
It's a better way.