I don't sleep. At least not much. Between restless leg syndrome, the medications to combat that, and my age, I feel lucky if I get 5 hours of sleep a night. I'm not complaining - just whining. One of the things I do when I am having a hard time going back to sleep, is that I cruise YouTube on an old IPhone in bed. YouTube is great in that it has clips from many old television programs as well as "fan vids." I like the actual clips of shows like Roswell, Castle, Angel, Buffy, and even Lois and Clark.
Do you remember Lois and Clark from the 1990's? Teri Hatcher and Dean Cain? Our kids loved Lois and Clark, but it came on just past their bedtime on Sunday evenings. To compromise, we told them that if they COOPERATIVELY get their baths before the show started, they could stay up. At times I wished I had a similar carrot to dangle every night of the week, because there was a great deal of cooperative bathing on Sunday nights.
Our code phrase soon came to be "You have to have freshly bathed children on your lap to watch Lois and Clark." We'd cuddle up on the couch - sometimes Tim would have to be nearby ironing - waiting for the theme music to start. I don't know why, but this morning, in the wee hours when I wasn't sleeping, I remembered freshly bathed children. I wasn't even looking at clips from Lois and Clark. And I mean I really remembered. The smell of soap and shampoo. The feel of wet hair against my cheek. The weight on my legs. The heat from their bodies. The feel of Isaac's little leg through his Po' Folks oversized T-shirt. The sound of Jessica's voice as she offered commentary. Lois and Clark is an important memory for me of my children when they were young. As I laid there flicking through YouTube, I thanked God for such warm memories and hoped that my children create such memories with their kids - or the kids in their lives. What a blessing to stop from the hectic pace to do something as simple as hold your kid while watching TV. Yes, thank you, God, for simple,
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