Sleepover: A Misnomer
Recently we hosted a Cousin’s Sleepover at our house. My husband and I love having the cousins over as much as our kids do. Popcorn and a new movie at night: my husband’s famous pancake breakfast in the morning. And in between….lots of giggles and not a whole lot of sleep.
Before the cousins arrive, I remind my kids, “Don’t forget the sleep in the sleepover.” When they and their cousins get a little older, I’m certain they will make fun of me for saying that. It will become, “Remember what Aunt Cherie used to say”, followed by a burst of laughter.
But I don’t mind. It’s all in fun.
When I was a young girl, I loved sleepovers at the home of my cousins or grandparents. I long for my own bed now, but staying overnight somewhere else was fun as a kid. The late nights, whispering in the dark and starting the next day together. It was a time of bonding. We did harmless things that we still laugh about today.
No, not a lot of sleep happens at a sleepover. But what does happen is the creation of childhood memories.