“Come on, you have to go to bed! You’re not gonna get as much sleep as usual.”
Baby girl is bouncing on the bed tonight, full of energy.
“I am so excited!”
She is standing on her bed, and is a touch taller than me as I stand on the ground next to her, and envelope her in a big hug.
“I’m excited too!”
She leans back, eyeing me. “Can you tell me a story?”
MASSIVE stalling technique.
“No book, not now… you want me to tell you a story?”
“Well go on, sit down…” And as I sit down myself, I am realising I have the best bedtime story of all.
But, names are modified… as per usual. 😉
“Once upon a time, there was a girl called Kandi. And she had the most beautiful daughter, called Karisa.”
Baby girl gasps in happiness.
“But one day, this terrible, horrible virus, took over THE WORLD…”
I find myself getting majorly choked up.
“People can’t go anywhere. They have to stay home. They can’t go to work…”
I am trying to gather myself, but it is too late.
“…They can’t go to school.”
And I am full on sobbing. I am acutely aware of baby girl sitting there watching me, and I’m hoping like hell she isn’t going to break down herself.
“But – ” I force myself to continue. “Karisa is so amazing. Her Mum works from home, and Karisa is a trooper, she’s a superstar. She makes her own breakfast, she brushes her teeth, gets dressed, even brushes her hair some days! She does this every day.”
“She puts on the TV on her own… she does her homework. She is, the best, and her Mum is soooo proud of her.”
I am smiling at baby girl, my cheeks stained with tears.
“Is that the end?”
“No! After all of that, she goes back to school, and she has the best day, no – she has the best DAYS ahead of her ever. She is the best student, and she goes on to change the world.”