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Bedtimes with Joshua have been a little tricky of late. ‘Fraught’ might be a word that you could use about them. It’s certainly a word that I have used about them.
At his lunchtime snooze he’s amazing. You put him in his pushchair in the garden and off he drifts to sleep quite effortlessly, waking refreshed 90-120 minutes later.
In the evening, however, after his bath he screams. And eventually so do I.
But not this evening. This evening I was determined to not get upset.
I read an article in the TAMBA magazine a while back that one secret about putting children to bed is to not have an agenda afterwards. Don’t approach bedtime thinking “Right, once they are asleep I’ll have time to do x, y and z.” they advised. But that’s tricky, because after their bedtime is usually the perfect time to get x, y and z done.
This evening, though, I actually didn’t have an agenda other than to embody a zen-like calm while dealing with Joshua on our bed. And that’s exactly what I did.
What I got back from him, however, was this.
Daddy’s bike – a monologue
“Bike!” said Joshua.
I looked at him.
“Bike!” said Joshua again. “Bike! Daddy’s bike!”
“Bike?” I questioned. “You want to see Daddy’s bike?”
Joshua nodded an pointed out the window towards the shed.
“We can’t look at the bike this evening,” I reasoned. “It’s sleepy time!”
Undeterred Joshua continued with his mantra. “Bike! … Bike! … BIKE!! Daddy’s bike!”
I am not kidding for 15-20 minutes he kept this up. At one point I thought I was in some kind of trance.
“Daddy’s bike! … Daddy’s bike! … Daddy’s bike! … Daddy’s bike!”
I couldn’t help laughing.
“Wheesht! with the bike nonsense!” I demanded.
He didn’t listen.
At one point he stopped suddenly. His face was a quizzical picture, like he was trying to figure out how he could better convey to me the seriousness of what he was telling me. And then, there it was, a tiny Eureka moment: “Bike! … Bike! … BIKE!! Daddy’s bike!”
I promised that I’d show him my bike tomorrow before handing him off to Jane who put him back in his cot.
“Mummy?” he said as he lay in his cot in the glow of the night-light.
“Yes darling,” she replied.
“Mummy? Daddy’s bike!“