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We aren’t the most structured family. I blame it on the number of kids. I blame it on my creative genes. I’ve even been known to blame it on my husband, poor guy.

But we’re trying something new. A few times a week, we’re gathering as a family to read before bedtime. We light the candles on the mantle and we bring our pillows into the living room.

Jessie, our 13-year-old, fills out a journal page and can then doodle as we read. (We found these amazing, free journal printables here: http://www.graceisoverrated.com/p/journal-pages.html)

Then, 4-year-old Benjamin is responsible for bring out the wooden cigar box that holds our notebooks. The rule is that we start by opening up our own notebook and writing something good about ourselves. Then, we pass our notebooks around so that others can write what they like about us.

The first night I took dictation for Benjamin, who whispered to me that he thought Jessie and 19-month-old Colt were his best friends.

“Did I tell Jessie that he was a big chunk of help?” Benjamin asked as I tucked him in to bed. When I told him no, Benjamin said he was pretty sure that’s what he would write the next night.

We’ve missed nights here and there, but I’m trying to not get too hung up on that. We just want to focus on some of the great gifts God has given us — each other.

P.S. I borrowed much of this idea from author (and all-around-gracious-person) Ann Voskamp. You can read how her family uses journaling as a spiritual discipline here: http://www.aholyexperience.com/2009/06/journaling-as-spiritual-discipline_03/

P.P.S. Within 30 minutes of writing this, all three boys got in trouble. Perhaps I’ll wait 20 years or so before writing about parenting again.

It started with an article in a women’s magazine – this germ of an idea to speak more positively, to gossip less. I was on my way to attend a difficult funeral in another state and there, behind the magazine advertisements for lipstick and wrinkle cream, was the tale of a somewhat cranky writer who gave up complaining for a week.

Inspired, I reached over and put my hand on my husband’s leg. I told him I loved him, and I really meant it because he was the only person in the car who was sitting quietly and not annoying me. Then, I tried to ignore the sound my oldest son makes when he is chewing gum. I lasted 30 seconds longer than normal. I counted that as saintly progress.

As the miles slid past and my interest in the magazine waned, I pulled out a small book by Mary Beth Egeling of Rochester, NY, called Love-abouts: Enriching Your Life and Deepening Your Relationships. In its 77 pages she explains how her family started a nightly tradition of telling each other one thing they love about each other. Then, they share one thing they love about themselves.

For the last couple of years I’ve been shopping around for a bedtime routine that works for all of our boys, who are 13, 4 and 1, so I began to really think about what she had written.

The tradition “forces a paradigm shift in the manner of viewing your day,” she writes in the book. “It causes you to be vigilant, requires your awareness, and makes you pay attention.” Even in the worst days, you still look for something praise worthy and you share it with others.

And somehow complaining and gossip start to slowly fade away – at least they did for me. When I shifted my focus, I noticed that my gum-smacking son never gives up on what he wants. I love that about him. And our middle, wiggliest guy is fearless about trying new things, even in the car.

Alas, a bedtime routine is born.

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