When I was pregnant, I had visions of sleepy, cuddly babies and peaceful kisses. For the first month, bedtime was nothing but pure anxiety - worrying about how long Lucan would sleep whether or not we would have to get up during the night to soothe him. But we found a routine and bedtime became that peaceful vision I had imagined: sweet kisses and the most adorable toddler "nigh-night." Then Lu's second birthday happened and like everything, life changed again. More often than not, bedtime is a battleground. Because the precursor to bedtime is going to bed. Meaning: pottying, diapering, wrestling into pajamas and the much hated - teeth brushing. It's not my favorite time of the day, but I would like it to be. Lucan has become an expert at stalling - "drink! drink! blankie! sheepie! pillow! lights! birdie! song! brrr... TC cold" (this is Lucan's MN Twins baseball bear that has clothes. Lu likes to undress TC and then announce that TC is cold and needs us to dress him. AGAIN. Last night Lucan got one of TC's socks stuck on his own foot and cried hysterically until I came in to take it off.) It's a never ending parade of demands and needs. And still, Lucan fusses and often cries and cries. It's exhausting. But like all things in which we think we can't handle any more of, we just need more. More Jesus.
I've been praying this as Lucan's bedtime prayer since he was a wee babe, but last Sunday's sermon was a good reminder:
May the Lord bless you and keep you;
Make His face shine upon you,
And be gracious to you;
May the Lord lift up His countenance upon you,
And give you peace.
Lucan just needs more Jesus so he can better behaved for his tired parents. Or perhaps it's just a case of his parents needing more Jesus. :) This too will pass.