When Bed Time Ends

There’s still that moment.  Ever brief.  Ever fleeting.  Ever present.

It’s night time.

The air, the sky, the world is darkening.

And I think bedtime for the kids.

It’s been a few years since I’ve had to put my kids to bed.  It’s been a few years since I sometimes rushed through the work day, grocery shopping, cooked the dinner, did the dishes, yelled for showers, get the homework done before any TV time.   Unsolved Mysteries.  Little House on The Prairie reruns.  Friends. Roseanne.  Or the VCR running “Seven Brides for Seven Brothers” or Betty Boop.   A snack with a show every night.

Reading of Fraggle Rock.  Prayers said.  Amazing Grace sung.

Kids to bed.

Maybe a chance to sit down, fold some laundry while I watch a show on my own.  Sneak a snack I hid from the kids.  Get my stuff ready for work tomorrow.

Do it all over again.  Endlessly.

It seemed.

But it did.


And that moment is never the same.

That moment when bed time ends.

44 thoughts on “When Bed Time Ends

  1. This is so sweet; I never thought of it in that end. I loved the Muppets and Fraggle Rock! And my mother loved “Seven Brides for Seven Brothers”…memories, so vividly return. Aw…
    Do you get to help with the grandkids to bed or is it just not quite the same? Still, the porch time must be nice at the end if the day now, though not the same I am sure. Nice memories 🙂


  2. Ha – not sure it has ended – but now I am the proud recipient of the bedtime regime. In my case, I am in bed before my grown up children are. They tuck me in. Funnily enough, they don’t just sit and enjoy the quiet. My bedtime is their time to cook, dance, sing.. What the heck happened to reverse the roles? Great post. It brings back a ton of wonderful memories.


  3. That is quite the realization, when endless comes to a stop, Colleen, and either new routines are found or avoided by conscious decision. You had a good old time, my friend, and I like your look back to it all. 🙂


  4. “Maybe a chance to sit down, fold some laundry while I watch a show on my own. Sneak a snack I hid from the kids.” This. I totally do this. 🙂

    This was a very poignant piece. My husband reminds me frequently (when I am complaining), “Some day soon, it will all be over. And you’ll wish you could have a night like this where a sick little boy wakes you up in the middle of the night and wants to be held.” (Or whatever other child-centered frustration is bothering me).


    • Thank you MyBrightSpots. I’m glad I’m not the only one who enjoy(ed) that guilty snack after the kids went to bed! 🙂

      And though “now” is wonderful….there is that heart tweaking thinking back to what was. 🙂 And how fast it went by.


  5. I often watch my daughter putting her girls to bed following a long day and doing all the things I used to do before I’d have just minutes to myself…and I wish I could really explain to her how much she is going to look back someday and wish she could do it all over again. On the other hand, I’m glad I had my children while I was young. I sure couldn’t keep that evening pace today. Thanks for bringing back some very happy memories, Colleen.


  6. Oh how I miss those moments, wishing that I took a little more time to pause and soak it all in! I loved reading stories, the way children (and babies) smell when they are so fresh and clean, and how they look while sleeping, at peace, dreaming and really wish every child had this chance to have that love poured on them, not have to go to bed listening to war zone sounds, shouting, screaming or worse yet, no one to tuck them in, too drunk or drugged up to go in and smell them, kiss them and say, “good night, i love you!’


    • Thank you Heart. I remember the exhausting nights where I didn’t think I could possibly get through one more home work session. But I also very clearly remember feeling so much gratitude when they were all tucked in, fed, bathed, prayed….and that overwhelming sense of ‘thank you God!” for their safety and well being.


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