I am not a fan of sleepovers.
Whenever one of my kids is invited over to a friend’s house to spend the night, I always cringe a little inside. The other day, a friend of Jonah’s wanted him to sleep over but he had swimming that night so he couldn’t. I was relieved. Jonah, 8, has only had one sleepover and that was right down the street. He’s totally ready to venture out, but I’m just not there yet.
It must be one of my weird mom issues I guess. I’m not sure where this originates from or why. I spent a lot of time sleeping at friends’ houses when I was a kid, and I loved it. But now I love having my whole family under one roof when I go to sleep at night. It’s peaceful and right.
When someone is sleeping out, I wake up in the night and wonder how they are. I can’t sneak in and check on them. I know they are fine, but I wonder anyway.
I’m not a crazy mom; I do let my kids sleep out. I don’t let my weird issues spoil their fun, although sometimes their fun can spoil everything the day after a sleepover. That’s happened a few times in this house.
The other day, I was telling a friend about my sleepover neurosis and, like a good friend, she supported me 100 percent. She said her daughter has a friend who’s parents have just said no to sleep over’s all together. She wished she had thought of that idea.
There won’t be sleep over bans in the Stein house, but I don’t think I will ever really love them. And I may make Jonah wait a bit longer before I let him go.
Before long, it will be a rare day that everyone is under the same roof—at least before I turn in for the night. Maybe by then I’ll be ok with it, but I doubt it.
FranklyStein is a blog by Chesapeake Family Magazine editor Betsy Stein who lives in Catonsville with her husband, Chris, and four children, Maggie, 13, Lilly, 12, Adam, 12, and Jonah, 8.