From Myth #2: Good dads never feel guilty.
Lady Bugs or Sleepy Town?
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Lady Bugs
This one is super simple. I’d have them close their eyes and then I’d set the scene. “I want you to imagine that you’re walking through a magical forest, with beautiful giant trees and shimmering soft lights from the fairies all around. Suddenly, you see a ladybug flying toward you!” (make flying noises with my fingers rubbing together, then I land the imaginary bug on their nose. The bug crawls around gently, sweeping over their forehead, cheeks, and eyes for several minutes, until the bug eventually crawls back to the end of their nose and swiftly flies away.) This one works 95% of the time, even to this day.Sleepy Town
Sleepy town is not as popular with my older kids, but I’ll tell you what they won’t admit - they still love it and it works every time. Have them get comfy and close their eyes. Here’s the script for “going to Sleepy Town”. “Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess named Sadie, and her job was to round up all of the animals in the Sleepy Town Kingdom so they could go to sleep for the night. So she climbed up on her horse’s back, and away they went! Clippity-cloppity, clippity-cloppity, clippity-cloppity, all the way to Sleepy Town. On the way to Sleepy Town, she saw a duck!” “Well hellooooo Mr Duck! Would you like to go with us to Sleepy Town?” Mr. Duck - “Why yes I would!” So Mr. Duck cliiiiiiiimbed up on the horse's back, and away they went. Clippity-cloppity, clippity-cloppity, clippity-cloppity, alllllll the way to Sleepy Town. If you do it right, you’ll only need 3-4 animals because the kids will be snoozing in no time. I love watching them drift to sleep while listening to my voice. It gives me a great sense of accomplishment, and a distinct warm and fuzzy feeling in my heart-hole. HOWEVER, there are times when I have still refused to bring the Lady Bugs, or to usher them into the very inner sanctum of Sleepy Town. Taking them to Sleepy Town is a delicate performance to be treated with the utmost respect that any craft actor would have for their art. And after a long day filled with atrocities and frustrations that they have no knowledge of, I just don’t feel like telling a story about a kid riding a magical horse. And I try explaining it to them as such. “Daddy just doesn’t feel like talking you to sleep right now. Can I please just have a single moment to myself?? Why do you always need a story?? Can’t you figure out how to sleep? You’ve done it every night for your whole life!” Then the guilt sets in as I’m about to “gently slam” their door. “Yep…you did it again. You’re getting really good at letting them down. But hey, that’s a good thing. This world isn’t going to be easy on them, and they’ll never get everything they want. It’s best that they learn to deal with disappointment now.” I bet most of you could stop right there and agree that you’ve had a similar internal monologue after skipping out on dad-stuff. I know I have. We try to rationalize and justify our actions and inactions, weighing them on some imaginary cosmic scale, as if there are such clear right-and-wrongs in parenting. We say things like “they will learn to handle it” while trying to make sense of the way WE were raised. “My parents didn’t treat me special either, and I made it out ok.” Justifications are an enemy here. We have to catch ourselves in the moment, and choose to do better - every time. So I turn around slowly, humble-walk over to their bed, hug them tightly, and apologize for being inconsiderate of their needs. Then I say, “Lady Bugs or Sleepy Town?” Get this - even if it’s the only point you remember from this whole book: Prompt, honest, meaningful apologies are a sign of a good dad.Dad who royally f**ks it up sometimes
If that felt familiar, you're who I'm writing this for.
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