Cooper has mastered the art of stalling at bedtime. Not getting into bed, just letting Denten or I leave the room after he's all tucked in. He inevitiably needs a drink, a snack, has a soggy diaper or stuffy nose. I have learned to cover all possible options before he gets into bed. We have struggled in the past having him stay in his bed, a door lock saved my sanity. I know it sounds terribly cruel to some, but it worked for us. I haven't had to use it lately, he's gotten much better at staying in his room when it's time to go to sleep. The deal is that he gets tucked in and the door stays unlocked. If he decides to venture out, he gets put back in bed and the lock is engaged. He knows the drill and tests it occasionally. Tonight we (he) had a bath, brushed teeth, had a drink, cleared the nose, read a couple of stories followed by his scriptures. We said a prayer, turned off the light, turned on the humidifier and got him into bed. Sang "Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam" and "I am a Child of God." This is the routine every night- well not the bath, but everything else.
After getting him tucked in, leaving his room, embarking on my awaiting projects, I heard the doorknob turn... "Oh-oh" I replied, which is the signal that some kind of minor punishment is about to ensue. He quickly started defending himself explaining that the door should remain closed, but not locked. We got back in bed and then he looked at me and asked,
"Jesus keep me safe, mom?"
"Yes, Jesus will keep you safe."
"Angels keep me safe, mom?"
" Yes, your angels will keep you safe."
"Jesus and angels come now mom?
"Yes, they're here now, you're safe and can go to sleep."
"Oh, ok. night night."
I absolutely believe that we all have our own team of angels that watch over us and our families. I find great comfort in that. There are days when I really couldn't do it without my angels. I love that Cooper knows his Savior and his angels are watching over him, keeping him safe and protected. It's wonderful to see that the power of his angels outweigh the fear of the monsters, bears, bugs and whatever else his little imagination creates each day. Simple faith. That of a child. Amazing that my two-year-old baby reminds me that I don't go through this life alone, that we have constant divine companions surrounding us ready to step in when we just can't do it anymore. I don't think moms could be moms without angels. Sometimes there is just too much required, but we do it because we have help. I have had a pretty good week, but am very grateful for my angels, both invisible and two-years-old.