When I was little, my mom had this thing she would do to settle me down for bed and make me sleep.
She would draw on my face.
She would take her finger and lightly draw on my face as I was lying down with my eyes closed. Sometimes she would just draw and sometimes she would add a story about how she was driving around to different stores and places.
My nose would be our house and she would have to drive to the grocery store that was located by my ear. Her next stop would be to the post office that was located on my forehead. This was so relaxing and would always put me to sleep.
I also do this with my own children and they absolutely love it!
I have never got them to a fully unconscious state while doing this but it sure does relax them and they drift off soon after.
The other night, I don’t know what got into me. Instead of just telling my 5 year old son, Bency, a mundane story about how I was traveling to the grocery store and library; I began to spin a much different tale.
I drew a line from Bency’s nose to his ear saying I was dropping him and his sister off at school. Next, I drew a line from his ear to his forehead saying I was dropping his little brother, Cesar off at Nana’s house. After that, Mommy drove to Chuck E. Cheese, and had a party all by herself! Mommy ate pizza, played games and tore through the tunnels and slides.
At this point in the story, Bency cocked one eye open and had a puzzled look on his face.
I proceeded on with my story and drew a line to his chin and said that Mommy drove to the ice cream shop and ordered a triple scoop of mint chocolate chip and sat and wondered how the kids were doing at school.
Now Bency is starting to giggle with both eyes open.
Next, I drew a line to his cheek and said Mommy had to stop off at the grocery store and buy a huge chocolate cake to eat all by herself.
Giggling is getting wilder, spittle is coming out of Bency’s mouth and he is holding his stomach.
For my final destination, I drew a line to his other ear and said Mommy went to Sir Bounce Alot and jumped the rest of the afternoon on the huge inflatables until it was time to go pick up Bency and Iris at school.
This was the final destination because at this point Bency was laughing so hard that he rolled off the bed and was writhing around on the floor in fits of laughter.
My 7 year old daughter, Iris, overheard the commotion and came running upstairs to see what was going on.
Bency, still rolling around on the floor, tried to retell the story in between giggles and shortness of breath, “Mommy…..went to…..Chuck E. Cheese (long pause) when we….were at school!”
Iris looked at me with her eyes huge and mouth open wide so I had to explain it was just a story and do the same thing on her.
It took me awhile to get the kids settled down that night. From now on, Mommy is only going to the library and post office when the kids are in school.