I deal with this same scenario a couple more times before the day is over. My strong-willed daughter has taken fit-throwing to the next level lately, and my patience is worn thin. I’m running on the rims. When bedtime comes, all I want is to put my kids in their rooms and then resort to mine at a decent hour. I want to lay down in my bed, on my terms, and relax. But of course, that doesn’t happen. Because my stubborn daughter has decided to also become extra clingy and refuses to sleep without me laying down next to her. So I succumb. I pout because it feels like my every move is subject to her demand. We cuddle up in her big-girl bed and dim the lights and read a story. She’s so cute when we read. There are no tears or fits and I’m able to enjoy the sweet, witty, affectionate side of my youngest daughter.
Then I turn out the lights, and after she has done a lot of fidgeting and talking and singing to herself, she presses her forehead against mine and says, “Mama, I love you SO much!” I smile. My nerves from the day are easing. “I love you too sweetie,” I tell her back. But she’s not done. “Mama, I love you all around the distance!” I’m giggling now. She has such a way with words. She puckers up and plants a wet kiss on my mouth, followed by an “I love you around all the planets!” She’s doing a good job at making me forget our struggles from the day. I’m so thankful for her bedtime whispers that remind me what her heart really feels. Mine feels the same. So I whisper sweet nothings right back to her and thank God for just what I needed to get up in the morning and make it through another day with my strong-willed but sweet stinker.