Did you ever have a child who just didn't want to go to bed? They'll come up with anything just to stay up one more minute.
This story is about trying the patience of a parent who loves a child unconditionally-no matter what.
Can you turn a negative moment into a positive one? I think you can. It just takes time and lots of practice. Find the humor in all your child does now, because those moments won't last.
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No Room for Monsters
By Patricia A. Anderson
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Harley had a big day ahead of her tomorrow, so Mommy thought it was a good idea for her to go to bed just a little earlier than usual.
Harley, on the other hand, didn't think it was a good idea at all.
"Moooooooooommy, there's something under my bed!" Harley called.
She had already explained the other four reasons why she had gotten up.
The first reason made sense, to her. "I forgot to brush my teeth, and I don't want all that yucky stuff eating my teeth away while I'm sleeping."
And so did the second—sort of. "I forgot to go potty, and I don't want my insides to drown."
She knew she was pushing her luck when she came up with the third one, but she was hoping Mommy would be proud of her for using the new word she had learned. "I need a drink. I emptied too much water out when I went potty, and I don't want to dehydrate during the night."
The fourth reason was just reassurance that Mommy still loved her after all she had put Mommy through. "I really need another kiss, Mommy. The last one melted in."
But this time, it was for real! She heard something right after Mommy left the room, and she just knew there was something under her bed.
Mommy came into the room. She wasn't happy.
"Harley," she said sternly, "you have a big day tomorrow. You have got to get some sleep. There's nothing under your bed."
"I'm sure I heard something under there," Harley replied in a quivering voice. "Maybe it's a monster that doesn't want me to graduate from kindergarten tomorrow!"
"There are no monsters under your bed. Now, please, go to sleep."
"But I know I heard something," Harley insisted.
So, for the fifth time, Harley got out of bed, and she and Mommy got down on the floor and checked.
They pulled out the crayons and coloring book she had used on the floor before dinner.
Two shoes that didn't match, because the others were in the closet where they belonged.
Two pairs of jeans. One was the pair she was supposed to put in the sewing bin because it needed a patch on the knee, and the other was too small for her and was supposed to be in the hand-me-down box.
Three socks, none of which matched because their mates had already made it to the laundry bucket.
A cup that rolled under there the day before but was never retrieved because it was too far under for her to reach—and she didn't want to bother anyone.
The ball she lost two days before.
The drawing she made for Daddy that slipped down between the bed and the wall.
The book she was reading to her little brother, Devind.
And four stuffed animals. There was a bunny with a basket of kisses and hugs, a puppy with a little red collar and heart tag, a bird that held a pink flower in its beak, and—
"That's it!" Harley said excitedly. "That's what I heard.
Mommy pulled out a stuffed kitty that purred when she grabbed it. "This is what you heard. I must have triggered it when I leaned over to give you a kiss."
Mommy got up and looked at the pile behind her. "Wow! That's a lot of stuff, Harley."
Harley looked at all the things she and Mommy had pulled out from under the bed. She nodded her head as she yawned. "You're right, Mommy, with all that stuff under my bed, there is no room for monsters."
Mommy put a very tired Harley back to bed. "Goodnight, Harley. I love you," Mommy said as she reached over and gave her another kiss—just because.
"Goodnight, Mommy. I love you too." she said as she drifted off to sleep.
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