My First Sleepover

I have a guest writer for this post, my son Ian. He loved that I wrote about his spider-scare, so he wanted to write a story himself. He chose to write about his first sleepover, which is perfect since I was going to write about it anyway. Waiting for the right moment to let go of Ian for a night has been hard on me, and harder on him. He’s been asking to have a “real” sleepover for a few years now. He slept over in his buddy Reece’s hotel room in Vegas while his sister Carol Linn babysat them, but that’s not the same thing, I’ve been told.

I guess I’ve been waiting because I wanted to make sure he was ready. I didn’t want him to be all excited about a sleepover, but then call me crying to pick him up. I didn’t want him to be embarrassed or to feel like a failure. And truth be told, I wanted to make sure I was ready. It was only three years ago that he was in a hospital bed after his brain surgery, and he was holding on to me for dear life. I couldn’t rollover in that small bed without him screaming for me not to leave him. In the years since, I’ve only NOT put him to bed a dozen times. Unless it’s impossible, I try to get home by bedtime. I enjoy that time with him, and he with me.

This past weekend all the essentials were perfect: a good family, Ian’s maturity, and my readiness. And now, here is Ian’s story, mostly typed by him with a little help from me.

This is Ian. I am seven years old, and I just had my first sleepover with my friend Jake. I felt a little nervous about whether I was going to cry “Mommy!” or not when I was going to go to bed. I felt scared that I was going to have bad dreams. I didn’t know what his house was going to look like, if he was going to have a bunk bed…but he didn’t.

I had to pack my pajamas, bathing suit (for swimming the next day), my goggles, Wii Wipeout (Jake told me to), a nunchuk, and my spider-monkey (I love him!). I was excited to get to Jake’s house. I gave my mom a kiss goodbye, and we started to play. We played Wipeout first, then play dough. Sometimes we didn’t get along: I wanted to play something, and he wanted to play something else, but most of the time it was fun.

When it was time to go to bed, I called my mom. I said, “Hi Mom. I just wanted to say goodnight.”

“Are you ok?”

“Yes. I’m ok.”   

“Good. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Then we decided that we should sleep in a tent, and when it was in the middle of the night, I woke up Jake to sleep in his bed. I didn’t feel comfortable in the tent because it was really hot.

Then I couldn’t find my spider-monkey. I awoke Jake to get my spider-monkey out of the bathroom. Then I finally could sleep.

When we woke up, we had breakfast and then started to play Wipeout again. I was so happy I made it through my first sleepover.

I am too, buddy. I am too.

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3 thoughts on “My First Sleepover

  1. That was so sweet. I’m looking forward to your next entry, Ian.

    I still remember my rugrats 1st sleepovers too, but something about this one…I think it’s the intensity of your love for him, Pauline. It comes through in your portion of the entry. Love the last line. Keep ’em coming.

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