We went to the beach with some friends last week. As we packed up our things after a great day, Molly’s friend invited her for her first sleepover.
My head filled with “No, no. She doesn’t want to sleep over. She’s only six. No. Nooo. Nooooo.”
I looked at Molly, who eagerly said, “Yes. Yes. Yesssss. Please? Yesssss!”
I thought for a moment. There was no real reason to say no. I said yes.
Then I went home and packed her overnight bag: pajamas, clean clothes, toothbrush, toothpaste, soap, brush, towel, pillow, bucky (her blanket), three books in case she got bored, a headlamp in case she wanted to read at night, a full water bottle, a new bag of pretzels, three granola bars, aloe in case she got a sunburn that day at the beach, advil for the same reason, ice packs in case she got growing pains overnight, my extra emergency-only cell phone that I usually keep in the car, a family photo from her nightstand and a note telling her we loved her. I know. I know. I forgot to add a MRE, life jacket, and flares.
Joseph added his note on top, which reminded her to poop, pee, and brush her teeth before bed.
I dropped the bag off to her that night. When I arrived to get her in the morning to find her still in her clothes, teeth unbrushed, I noticed her bag left virtually untouched. She and her dirty teeth positively beamed with delight.
I guess everything she needed from me she already had.