"Mom, let's be-lax," my daughter says as she turns off the light and then climbs onto the couch, oblivious to the fact that I am holding a book in my hands and can no longer see, nor do I really want to watch Frozen for the gazillionth time.
But still, as I set my book aside and cuddle her next to me, wrapping her Olaf blanket around the two of us, I realize that these "belaxing" moments are important for us both. It isn't about the show, or the amount of light in the room, it is about the time we spend cuddling together doing a similar activity. Although these times are rarely relaxing for me, they are relaxing for her, and that's enough for me.
I can always relax later, right?
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