I’d just finished a book and a song for Cady at bedtime, and tucked her in. After I said goodnight she said, “daddy, no. You stay up.”
“You want me to stay up?”
“Yeah. Make sounds, please.”
“Oh. You want to hear me while you’re going to sleep?”
“Yes. Thank you.”
I remember that feeling too.
It is comforting to hear your parents ‘making sounds’ as you drift off to sleep. Like a security blanket.
Yeah. I remember it well. That, and looking for a hint of light under my bedroom door.