First Sleepover at Grandma’s

This past weekend, I reached a Motherhood Milestone — I kissed my baby goodbye and sent him to Grandma’s for an overnight visit.

Oh, my heart.

I have to admit that this has been a long time coming in many ways and that it really shouldn’t be as dramatic as it sounds.  Harry has spent a few nights at Gram and Grandaddy’s house (my parents), but my husband and I have always been minutes away.  Plus, he received his childcare there for almost two years so he is used to their house, dog, and even has his own little room there.

On the other hand, my husband’s mother lives over two hours away and he only sees her once every few months.  She’s been itching for Harry to come spend some one-on-one time with her and has patiently waited while I’ve said, “No, he’s not old enough.  No, it’s a little too far.”  Then this past weekend, Doug had a golf tournament in her town and I snapped my fingers.  Doug could spend the night with them so that if Harry got scared and needed us, we wouldn’t be two hours away. I gave my mother-in-law a call. “Would you like to have a sleepover?”

Doug had to leave a little early and we had a birthday party to attend for Harrison’s best friend, so I met Grandma half-way to do a Harry-swap.  My heart was in my throat as I clipped him into his carseat in her sedan.  I reminded myself that she had driven him before, that she had a stellar driving record, that she was a mother and would take good care of him.  I told myself that I needed a break to work and clean the house and just have time to breathe after a whirlwind summer.  So I kissed him goodbye, asked her to drive safely, and watched them pull away with his yellow bee suitcase.

Oh, my heart.

They had a wonderful time, of course.  Doug showed up after dinner and helped get Harrison into bed, but Grandma got all the perks of the sleepover.  I had a chance to meet one of my best friends for a drink — something I haven’t done in ages — and then was able to work on a big project in peace.  It was a fantastic weekend, but man, was I glad to see my boys on Sunday.

When did you first let your kiddo go overnight?  Were you as weird about it as me?

Article Posted 4 years Ago

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