Gifts for Dad ➔

My darling children,

I need you to keep something in mind as you hear what I’m about to say: I love you with every fiber of my being and I would move mountains and slay dragons to guard your precious hearts and shield you from harm. 

HOWEVER. 

Between the hours of 10 p.m. and 6 a.m., I cannot stand you. 

(Reminder: I love you.) 

By the time bedtime rolls around, we’ve had an incredibly full day. I get you up and ready for school which basically feels like prodding a pack of surly cats towards water. We ping all over town in our disastrously messy car, shuttling between after-school activities, Target and everywhere in between. I fix you breakfast, lunch, dinner and about a thousand snacks. I keep you brushed and clipped and washed and fed. 

It’s a lot, kids. I do a freaking lot in a typical day for you. 

So, once I get you tucked into your beds, is it so much to ask that you just STAY ASLEEP?

(Reminder: I love you.)

Exhibit A: Your father and I stayed up too late (again) because the only quiet moments we can steal happen after 10 p.m. When we went to bed we must have tripped some alarm only babies can hear, because you, sweet daughter, were awake as soon as I was finally asleep. A nursing session and rocking was all you required, but it pushed my bedtime even further back. Yay!

Exhibit B: I kicked your dad out to the couch because he has a man cold. I sprawled across the bed and sank into my pillows, finally ready to drift off to dreamland. Just then you, darling three-year-old, tumbled in with a whimper, and I lifted the blankets for you to slide in next to me. You fell instantly back to sleep and proceeded to fling limbs into my face and spleen for the next two hours, until . . .

Exhibit C: You, dear boy, cried out, those pesky growing pains seizing your shins at 3am. I shuffled to the medicine cabinet for a dose of medicine and rubbed your legs until you calmed and sleep returned. 

Exhibit D: When I climbed back into bed, I groaned: you’d had an accident, little one. Stripping sheets and starting laundry in the predawn hours is always a joy, and by the time I collapsed onto the bare mattress and pulled a discarded sweatshirt from the floor for a blanket, I managed only an hour of sleep before my alarm went off, signaling the start of another busy day. 

I love you (remember?) but can this STOP?!

Sleep is good for all of us, I promise. When everyone is well-rested, our collective mood is about ten clicks happier than when we’re grumpy grumbly grouches severely short on sleep. And I’m going to let you in on a little secret: Mom and Dad are much more fun when we’ve had adequate rest. You’ll understand this phenomenon one day when you’re parents yourselves, but for now, you’ll just have to trust me. Big difference. 

So, in the interest of saving all of us heartache and me grey hairs, let’s make this solemn vow right here, right now, Daniel Tiger as our witness: I hereby promise to sleep all night in my own bed, from now until I turn 18, because I love my mother and father very much, amen. 

I don’t know about you, but I feel better already. 

Love,
Mom 

Hey tired mom! We think you’ll love this post too: Why Tired Mothers Stay Up So Late

 

Carolyn Moore

Carolyn has served as Editor-in-Chief of Her View From Home since 2017. A long time ago, she worked in local TV news and fell in love with telling stories—something she feels grateful to help women do every day at HVFH. She lives in flyover country with her husband and four kids but is really meant to be by the ocean with a good book and a McDonald's fountain Coke. 

There’s Just Something about a 4-Year-Old

In: Child, Kids, Motherhood
4 year old girl smiling outside

There’s just something about a 4-year-old. The way their bubbly laughs and sweet little faces still have some traces of babyhood while they’re transforming into more and more of their own unique person right before your eyes.  The way they ask questions about everything under the sun, listen wide-eyed to your clumsy answers, and believe every single word you say. It’s so innocent (and scary) the way they believe absolutely anything you tell them—just because you’re “mommy.”  The way their still-a-little-chubby hand finds yours. And the way they still come running to you for a hug and kiss when they’re hurt. Or...

Keep Reading

Find the People Who Will Root for You

In: Friendship, Kids, Motherhood
Empty sports field, color photo

My son participated in tryouts out for a new travel soccer team at the end of a recreational fall soccer season one chilly evening in November. He has been playing recreational soccer since he was three years old when we started with the local club. He has been asking about joining a travel team since kindergarten. In recent seasons, I watched him struggle in the recreational league. I watched him wanting a little bit more in the sport as he developed his passion—he was ready to grow.  We knew he loved soccer, and it was something he had always wanted...

Keep Reading

You Don’t Raise Your Babies to Be Little Forever, but I Thought I’d Have More Time

In: Kids, Motherhood, Teen, Tween
Little boy peeking over wooden fence, color photo

I can see the yellow blur of the school bus passing in front of my window. Soon my little boy will excitedly burst through the front door with his picture of a giraffe from art class. His big brown eyes will meet mine as I get a toothless “I missed you, Mom” grin. He will tell me everything he had on his tray for lunch, recount the whole soccer game at recess, and share all about that hilarious thing his friend said on the bus. He will then sit on my lap as he takes each school paper out of...

Keep Reading

No Man in a Girl’s Life Holds More Influence than Her Dad

In: Kids, Marriage, Motherhood
Father and daughter on amusement ride, color photo

As I sat outside Walmart watching my husband of nearly 16 years walk in with my 9-year-old daughter to buy me a box of tampons, I realized how blessed I am.  This is real life. Not only does he not care about running into the store and picking up these items, he asks our girls if they want to join him, and they use this time to talk. They talk about real-life—about growing up, changing bodies, what tampons are even for, how they can wait years and years before they need to start dating, how he will be waiting outside...

Keep Reading

My Little Girl Has Big, Brave Dreams

In: Kids, Motherhood
School paper with little girl's handwriting, color photo

My 6-year-old daughter wants to be a soldier.   When we heard from the ultrasound tech that we were having another girl, that was not exactly the career path that popped into our heads.   There’s something absolutely terrifying knowing your child wants to do something big like this. I’m sure I’d be petrified if I had a son with the same ambition, but there’s something extra scary about it being your little girl. There’s something weighty about raising a daughter who wants to be a soldier. But honestly, it’s not a surprise at all. RELATED: God Has Filled Your...

Keep Reading

As My Children Grow, I Miss It All—Even the Sick Days

In: Kids, Motherhood
Toddler on mom's shoulder

I whisk my daughter through the doors of urgent care and cradle her head as I stand behind three other mamas clinging to their babies. We’re each rocking in different ways but moving nonetheless. The silent, comforting rhythm of motherhood. I see sad, sick eyes from the babies with their heads nestled into the necks of their mama. I’m tired from the sleepless night, and I shift from foot to foot. There is hushing and humming and back-patting. A pacifier drops to the floor. All of a sudden my daughter feels heavy. A vague sinking feeling comes over me, like...

Keep Reading

Life with Autism Is Full of Ticking Time Bombs

In: Kids, Motherhood
Mother, father, teen daughter, color photo

Many of us who live with autism are familiar with the comings and goings of the ticking time bomb—one that disappears for periods of time, so much so that we might forget about it. Then, suddenly, this bomb drops at our doorstep in the form of a returning or new obstacle, so intense that it causes us to pause our lives, alter our plans, maybe even change our current paths. For our family, the new challenge has been sudden, piercing, sporadic screams. Not constant, not even often, thankfully, but jolting nonetheless. So here we were, in the midst of our...

Keep Reading

Youth Sports Build Strong Kids

In: Kids
Young girl with gymnastics medal, color photo

My kids are heavily involved in sports. My son plays for an elite basketball team and my daughter competes on an Xcel gymnastics team. It takes up a lot of our time and a lot of our money. Even though prioritizing youth sports seems to be an American norm, we still sometimes receive criticism and judgment as to why we would spend so much of our time and resources on it. (“Don’t you know the chances of your child going pro is less than 1%?”) As I sat at my daughter’s gymnastics meet, listening to the parents cheer so excitedly...

Keep Reading

Don’t Let Anyone Rush You, Mama

In: Kids, Motherhood
Mother with two kids at home relaxing

From the moment our children are born, other people make it challenging to stay in the present moment—they start asking questions that look forward instead of at the now we are in. Can you believe how big she’s getting, where did your newborn go? Oh my goodness, he’ll be walking any day now! Are you thinking about preschool? What will you do when they’re both in school? What will you do when your baby goes to college? While these questions may come with good intentions, they’re not helpful at all. We moms need to be allowed to be fully in...

Keep Reading

Dear Child, God Sees All of You—And So Do I

In: Faith, Kids, Motherhood
Mom and young son painting together

Math has always come easily to him. Even from the beginning stages when we counted wooden blocks on the living room floor, the numbers just came to him. “How many blocks are there?” I asked him, pointing to the scattered row of blocks. I expected him to count them. He was only three or four years old. “Six,” he answered promptly. “Yes . . . but how did you know that?” I asked hesitantly. He had not taken the time necessary to have counted them. “Three and three are six,” he replied. And on it went. The math came easily,...

Keep Reading

 5 Secrets to Connect with Your Kids

FREE EMAIL BONUS

Proven techniques to build REAL connections