When Eli was still small enough to fit in my lap…or maybe my lap was big enough to fit him…we began a family tradition.
Up to that point, bedtime was mommy or daddy squishing their way into his toddler bed with him for cuddles, stories and songs. Once the light was off, he curled into the crook of our arm. Sometimes we’d fall asleep with him, others we’d fall asleep first.
As our family grew, we were unable to keep up with our nightly ritual. And it began to take a toll on Elijah. He needed those moment of connection with us. Our days were full of school, chores, and taking care of brother and sister. Quite a change from him being the one-and-only.
Tuesday nights became Elijah’s night to share our bed. Once again he enjoyed stories, games and songs; a special time ending with falling asleep in a parent’s arms.
I’ve noticed a change in our special nights. It’s not always convenient for us to fall asleep with him at 9 PM. Josh and I might not have had an opportunity to talk over the day. There could be a recorded show to watch or friends to catch up with.
So he falls asleep on his own.
The stories are still there, the games get played and the songs are sung. It’s only that last part that isn’t always realized.
And it’s got me thinking…
How often have I taken time that once was special as a source of connection with God, and instead allowed it to become a routine task?