Even Children Get Older

Tonight, Steve removed one of the crib's walls to convert it into a toddler bed.

At first, Auden, now 2 years and 1 month old, wasn't sure about this.

Steve was mid-bed-conversion when Auden and I entered Auden's room after bath time.

"Wat doin, Daddy? Wat doin?"

Steve and I explained to him that Daddy was making him a "Big Boy Bed."

Auden seemed optimistic. He repeated the words over and over.

"See Bih Boy Bed," he said, craning his neck over my shoulder as I attempted to slather him with lotion and wrestle a diaper on him. "Auh-deh Bih Boy Bed."

It was all so exciting that I ended up having to release him to the floor so that he could inspect Steve's work while I diapered and dressed him as he stood.

But something shifted.

When Steve finished his work and invited Auden to give his new Big Boy Bed a try, Auden plopped himself on the floor beside it and looked down at the rug sadly.

"Don't like it," he said.

"You want Daddy to lie down with you?" Steve asked.

"No."

"You want Mommy to lie down with you?"

"No," he said again, shaking his head.

"Maybe this is a job for a big sister," I said.

Aida was in the next room, taking her sweet time getting around to brushing her teeth because she's engrossed in a graphic memoir that her second-grade carpool friend introduced her to, a book called Smile. It's about a sixth-grader who trips while running and smashes her teeth out, which leads her through a long emotional journey to get her teeth repaired. (While it's a lovely book, the fact that my first-grader is reading about the trials of a sixth-grader is already making me think about how not ready I am for her to grow up.)

Still, Aida is always up for a chance to play in Auden's crib.

So, she put down her book, grabbed her blankie, cheerfully entered Auden's room and promptly laid her long body across his bed (which used to be her bed, which used to be her crib).

"Do you want me to read?" she asked.

"Aya read," he said, which means, of course, "Aida read."

He climbed in beside her and she tried to start reading. But they instead played around, adding a pillow, moving blankets, snuggling and kissing, before he decided he actually wanted mommy to read.

So while Aida lay across his bed, Auden and I sat in his rocker and read Puppies, Puppies, Puppies, a book that was given to us when Aida was a baby. Aida popped up at various moments to see the pictures and comment on them.

When the book ended, I thanked Aida. But I worried that things were getting a bit too exciting for Auden. It was already past his bedtime. "I think it's time for you to say goodnight to Auden now," I told the Big Sister.

Aida played around a bit. She protested a bit. Finally she was out.

With the door closed, Auden and I sat in his rocking chair and read two more books together. I placed the books back on the shelf and turned out the light. He turned his body to rest his head on my shoulder and we rocked and sang our lullabies, the ones we sing every night.

When we were done, he picked his head up, looked behind him toward his bed and pointed.

"Go bed," he said.

I gathered him up and laid him down on his new Big Boy Bed, his curly head resting uncomfortably on the pillow we'd added to his bed minutes earlier.

"Do you want a pillow or no pillow?" I asked, as he looked up at me uncertainly.

"No pi-yoh," he said.

I removed the pillow. Then I covered him with his blankets. I put his stuffed bunny beside him on one side and his stuffed puppy on the other. Just like every night.

"I love you," I said.

He stared up at me in silence, his brown eyes wide.

I walked out and shut the door behind me.

A few steps down the hall, I found Aida on her bed (which used to be my bed), reading her book, the one about a sixth-grader.

I picked up a few things off her floor as I readied myself to lie down next to her and read like we do every night. But as I did this, she said something I wasn't ready for.

"Mommy, I think I need to read to myself tonight," she said. "I think I need to read a whole big chapter book by myself before I go to the second grade and I think this is a good way to start."

"Oh. Ok," I said. Because I was not ready for this and I know I should be ok with this but my heart is breaking because reading with her is my favorite time of the day every day.

"Yeah," she said nodding, as if reassuring herself. "I think that would be a good idea."

"Ok," I said again looking at her there on her big girl bed with her big girl book and her stack of books beside her and her dolls in a cradle and her shelves lined with fairy figurines and snow globes and fairy wands and puppets and books and books and books.

"I will be back in 15 minutes, then, to turn out the light and pray with you," I said.

"Ok, Mommy."

And then I came here and I cried.

"Wha doin, Daddy?"

"Don't like it."

Used to be her bed.