Before having kids, I imagined bedtime would be a sweet, simple affair. Read a story, kiss goodnight, lights out. Maybe even have time for a glass of wine afterward. Then reality kicked in, and somewhere between "one more story" and "I need to pee for the seventh time," I realized I'd been cast in an unscripted nightly production with the world's most demanding directors.
How Did We Get Here?
What begins as an innocent attempt to establish a predictable wind-down routine somehow morphs into an elaborate ritual that would make ancient religious ceremonies seem casual by comparison. One night you're saying a simple "sleep tight," and before you know it, you're commando-crawling into your child's room to deliver a surprise "poopoo!" before giving them a goodnight kiss because they've convinced you it's "dad magic."
I'm not alone in this bedtime theater. Every parent I know has, at some point, found themselves performing bizarre nightly customs that would be impossible to explain to childless friends without sounding like they've joined some strange cult.
The Bizarre Specificity of It All
The level of precision required is what truly boggles the mind. It's never just "rub my back" – it's "rub me from head to toe exactly four times while calling me a sluggy slug." It's not just singing a lullaby – it's singing Twinkle Twinkle, followed by You Are My Sunshine, followed by the Paw Patrol theme song, in that exact order, with no substitutions or omissions permitted under threat of starting the entire bedtime process over.
The Sibling Divide
One of parenthood's great mysteries is how children raised in the same household by the same people can have such radically different bedtime needs. While my youngest would happily be tossed into bed like a sack of potatoes, my oldest requires a 17-step procedure involving specific lighting conditions, temperature settings, and verbal exchanges that must be performed with the precision of a nuclear launch sequence.
I've spoken with parents who've had to create separate bedtime routines for each child that somehow must be performed simultaneously without disrupting each other.
When Routines Go Rogue
The real danger zone comes when routines start experiencing mission creep. What begins as "one book at bedtime" gradually expands to "three sit-up stories and two lay-down stories" (during which the child does neither, naturally). Before you know it, you're checking under the bed for monsters while simultaneously feeding a pet lizard and singing an improvised song about everything that happened that day.
The Evolution of Sleep Rituals
The silver lining in all this bedtime madness is watching how these rituals evolve. The three-year-old who once needed you to say, "You tell Daddy my eyes are closed and I'm asleep" eventually becomes the proud owner of "chapter books" who now instructs you to "tell Daddy my eyes are open and I'm reading my book."
These little changes remind us that despite the occasional absurdity, these bedtime rituals are actually charting our children's development – a timeline of their growing independence marked by an ever-changing set of needs and quirks.
Finding The Beauty In The Bizarre
On nights when I've performed the sock puppet conversation for the 500th time or awarded yet another "one last drink of water," I try to remember that someday, probably sooner than I'm ready for, bedtime will involve nothing more than a casual "night" tossed over a shoulder as my teenager disappears into their room.
These elaborate routines may sometimes feel like hostage negotiations conducted by tiny tyrants, but they're also irreplaceable moments of connection. When else do we get to be completely present with our children, focused entirely on bringing them comfort and security?
So yes, I'll continue to announce that "there'll be no kisses tonight" before ninja-sneaking back into the room. I'll keep counting monsters out of bedrooms and turning nightlights on and off in precise sequences. Because bedtime isn't just about getting kids to sleep – it's about crafting those small, strange traditions that somehow become the most treasured memories of childhood.