“Get your jammies on, please. Bedtime!”
“But mommy, I want to wear this!!!!”
She was standing in the doorway to her bedroom, hand on her hip, wearing hot pink leggings and a long sleeve Hello Kitty T-shirt.
“Why can’t I sleep in this?”
A thousand retorts flew through my mind, none of them really any good, but at that moment it struck me that this was about control. For both of us.
I want to control you.
The reality is not that pajamas help you sleep better. AND, I had to concede that pajamas would not be not more comfortable than what she was wearing. In truth, I suspect pajamas are actually a plot by the clothing industry to force us to spend more money. Like “girl” toothpaste and “boy” toothpaste…
“Please, mommy?” she pleaded.
So who gets to have control in this situation? Me, because I am the “authority”? Should I enforce the rules because if I let the little things slip, it would pave the way for letting the big things slip? Why IS it a rule, anyway? Should I let it go, choose to pick my battles waiting for something bigger? Is it a better lesson to show we can change stupid rules?
If I don’t have her change, I can get her down for bed all that much faster…
Screw all of the philosophical mumbo-jumbo. I choose getting to bed. Quickly. Painlessly.
That is my control.
Maybe I can convince her to wear leggings and Tshirts every day….