Secrets. We all have them. The things we do when no one else is looking. The things we do to make life just a bit easier. Most secrets aren’t bad. Most secrets are things other people do, but never tell.

I think when someone reviles a secret that you can relate to, there is a certain sense of relief. The “thank goodness I am not the only person” washes over you. You feel like your ‘In the Club’ sort of speak. I honestly didn’t know where to begin with this post. What secret did I want to revel. Then I remembered…

I’m driving in my car, usually around 7:00pm or so which is bedtime for my boys and they are in the back seat. I can see they are getting sleepy. The glassy eyed stares out the window, the quietness of their breathing,  all the while I am thinking, please, oh please fall asleep in the car. I love bedtime actually. I love hearing my 6 year old read books, and the way my 4 year old smiles from ear to ear when you lay down with him. It’s the time Ethan actually tells me what has happened throughout his day. I usually say “How was your day” his response “good”, I say “What was fun about your day?” he says “nothing, we didn’t do anything.” That’s how it usually goes, until bedtime. After be both have read and the lights are off,  he will open up and really tell me what is going on in his life. I cherish those times.

…However, there are also the nights when all I want to do is finish up the last bit of my book, or just sit quietly outside. Those are the nights that I secretly wish, hope and pray that they fall asleep on our way home. I had that night tonight. After gymnastics and a quick bagel at Panera Bread, the car got quiet as the youngest drifted off to sleep. I would have been fine with that, but a few minutes later, my oldest had his head back and he was quickly off to sleep. I honestly was thinking how am I so LUCKY! Ahhh, the peacefulness of my house right now. I think I may be off to bed early too.

-Shannon