Remember Love Thursday? I was thinking the other day that I sort of miss it.
And then some fine ladies brought it back, because Love Thursday will not be denied, man. It’s a powerful force that will not just go away. Let’s face it—in a world where the news is topped by supposed adult politicians bickering like children, famous actors overdosing, and any other number of tragedies, I dunno about YOU, but I could certainly use a little more Love Thursday. Just sayin’.
So I started thinking about it, and first I thought that love is my husband saying that yes, sure, let’s have a dozen small boys over to the house to run around and eat pizza and popcorn and leave greasy fingerprints on everything. And that led to me thinking that actually, love is me telling him that yes, I would dearly love to spend a day looking at campers we can’t afford. But that was before last night.
Chickadee is a worrier and an obsesser. (I have NO IDEA where she gets that.) (Shut up.) Bedtime can be particularly hard for her—when the body stops moving, the brain tends to kick into overdrive. One of the strategies we’ve adopted with her is the concept of a Happy Thought; each night I give her something happy to think about as she falls asleep.
Sometimes it’s something specific (“Tomorrow you’re having a friend over!”) and sometimes it’s something silly (“Giant marshmallows!”), but it seems to work. The only problem is that now she’s so dependent on this ritual, on the rare occasions when I might not be here at bedtime, she is prone to FLIPPING OUT that she will not be able to sleep if I am not here to give her the nightly Happy Thought. I try to make sure I give her one before I leave, but last night as I was trying to get out the door she melted into a puddle over various things, ending with how EVEN THOUGH I’d given her a happy thought, it wasn’t the SAME as when I’m not there at bedtime.
Well, we are not the sort of parents who buy the kids a lot of STUFF and/or whip out random gifts “just because.” But Otto had picked up something a few months ago and was saving it for Chickadee’s birthday. Upon encountering this sad scene, however, he quietly asked me if it would be okay to bring it out, and I—having completely forgotten about it—was thrilled and relieved to agree with his inclination.
And that’s how I ended up being able to leave the house last night while my daughter sat and beamed at her newest prized possession, and also why I really had a hard time getting annoyed, this morning, when I saw that she’d neglected to make her bed.
Sometimes, a little help goes a long way.
Happy Love Thursday, everyone. Here’s to the old saying—you can’t always get what you want, but sometimes you get what you need.