My eldest is having a sleepover with a friend. Ivy asked if she could join. Jackie agreed without skipping a beat. I loved her generosity and kindness. 

Evening came. I cleaned the girls room just because they weren’t home to mess it up with socks and stuffed animals, and was looking forward to a date night sans kids. 

 But as we arrived at the drop off location, a worship night at the old church I used to attend, Ivy felt overwhelmed. She changed her mind about the sleepover. “I’m uncomfortable” she said. I asked her what happened. I thought she felt excluded or Jackie said something. But no. It was just a case of feeling homesick for familiar. She had enough adventure for a day. 

I took a deep breath and instead of wallowing in disappointment, I sat with her for a bit. She felt safe. Then she said she may still go to the sleepover but was unsure. I told her I’ll support her decision either way. It’s fine if she wants to come home. I admit I don’t like it when people don’t follow through with their decision. Even if they are just 7 years old. There is a balance. 

But she came back with me and is now brushing her teeth. It’s going to be a quiet night for her. A night of rest. While Jackie is fully preteen mode with stories to whisper and giggles and friendship. 

I’m ready to let Ivy fly farther from the nest but I’m wiling to adjust my expectations and  take my time and let Ivy take her time.