Tucked In

It was my mother’s birthday this week and she announced that the only thing she wanted was a night with her two daughters. My sister recently moved hom from Edmonton, Alberta, so you can see why this idea was appealing to her.

The three of us dressed up, had a lovely dinner out and amazing conversation at her house afterward. It was a treat and a blessing I can’t even begin to describe.

Shortly after midnight, I started yawning. It was clear that my mother and sister were okay to continue gabbing into the night, but I was ready for bed. I stood up and stretched and announced that I was heading up.

And then my mother offered to tuck me in.

You’d think a thirty-five year old mother of four would find this idea a bit silly, but I blurted out “Okay!” faster than I had said yes to wine with dinner!

So we marched up the stairs, arm in arm, and after setting up the guest bed, my mother covered me in a wonderful smelling, fluffy duvet.  She tucked it under my chin and kissed my forehead and cheeks, like she used to do when I was a child.

I have to say, I don’t think I’ve slept as soundly as I did that night. Not since I left home. There’s just something to be said for being tucked in by your mother – no matter how old you are.