A Beautiful Body by Our Regularly Scheduled Program
My daughter’s bedtime routine looks a little something like this: I take her upstairs for her bath or a simple hand-and-face washing, if that’s all that’s necessary or we are running late (which is most evenings). This hand-and-face washing usually turns into some feet washing too, which typically results in a few minutes of us hiding her feet under the washcloth and her squealing in delight every time I say “Uh, oh. Eleanor! where did your foot go?” to which she replies “Right here!” and pulls the rag away with great excitement as she laughs at seeing her feet emerge. Next we brush her teeth, which means that she chews on the toothbrush for a minute or so and then I actually brush them, and head into her room where her dad takes over- changing into PJs, selecting and reading books, turning out the light, a quick back rub, and then one last kiss before he leaves her to fall asleep.
Last night, after my portion of the bedtime routine, I was puttering around in the bathroom cleaning out the
crap extra stuff under the sink when I heard Tim say something to Eleanor that gave me pause. “Eleanor,” he said. “You have a beautiful body.”
CONTINUE READING IN THE FAMILY ROOM