Mom Talk

Tonight, after my daughter was in bed, I quietly began to set up her Christmas morning loot. I placed the wrapped presents under the tree and left a few unwrapped for the “wow” factor as she comes downstairs in the morning. I built a little fort with some Lincoln Logs we got her as part of this ensemble. I finished the project and cleaned up the living room. While I was working, I thought I heard little footsteps on the second floor but my daughter tends to be scared to get out of bed at night so I thought I was hearing things.

When I was done with everything, I sat down in the recliner in the living room to admire my work. As I was sitting there, half dozing, waiting for the washer to finish its cycle so I could go to bed, I heard an unmistakable creaking on the stairs. I got up and quickly popped my head over the railing to meet two of the most startled eyes I’ve ever seen and a flash of purple snowman pajamas frantically trying to make it back up three steps.

“What are you doing?” I asked. “Sorry,” was her answer. “Are you creeping downstairs to look at your presents?”

“Yes, sorry,” she said. She was examining my face to see if I was angry. I could not help but grin.

“We don’t do that, okay? Now go back to bed.” She hurried back into her room. I went up to make sure she really got in bed and she was lying there, sucking her thumb, eyes wide.

“If you see your presents tonight it will ruin the surprise,” I told her quietly.

“Were you still in the living room?” she asked.

“Yes, but even after I go to bed you need to stay in your bed, okay?” She nodded again. Hopefully getting caught was enough to keep her honest. We’ll see in the morning.

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