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Losing Sleep to a Leprechaun

St. Patrick’s Day “eve” was crazy.  I worked all day and then went to book club last night.  As we are chatting about everything except the book, we start talking about Leprechaun traps and pranks…

Oh shit!  We didn’t build my son’s Leprechaun Trap!  He has been talking about it for weeks.  My husband is out-of-town, the kids are with a babysitter – I am hosed!

You know that feeling that you would rather chew glass than disappoint your kids?  The guilt of forgetting one of those special moments that only happens in childhood…

My son is 6, he could stop believing at anytime, especially if his mommy screws it up! 

As I sat in book club I asked friends for advice.  I even texted the babysitter to see if my son was still awake so I could give him a plan, an alternative, an excuse, something to keep him from being disappointed. 

Unfortunately, he was asleep.

But the luck of the Irish was with me.  And by luck, I mean my son has growing pains.  (Yes, it’s a loose definition of luck – go with it)  My son woke up with growing pains and my brilliant babysitter explained that leprechauns don’t always come first thing in the morning.  My son was delighted, he asked her to tell me that he would like to go to the store tomorrow to buy materials for a trap.

When I got home at 10:45, I did not go to bed, tired from a long week of having no husband, a stressful work day and a rebellious three-year old daughter.  Instead, I was up searching websites for ideas, concocting a story on why the leprechaun came late and formulating a plan for executing his trickery.  And hell yes, I am taking him to the store for supplies!

Because that’s what we do as moms (and dads):  We perform small miracles and amazing feats of sleep deprivation to make special moments happen.  We stay up late on Christmas Eve to ensure the details of Santa’s visit and then wake up too early to unwrap presents we finished wrapping a few hours before.   We risk certain heart attack and broken hands when trying to exchange lost teeth for money.  We scour the internet to find discontinued Lego toys.   We face our crafting demons to create potato leprechauns.  As parents, we push to ensure that our children can believe in Leprechauns, Santa, the Tooth Fairy, fairies and all of the wonderful parts of being young. 

Because in the blink of an eye, the magic stops; our kids grow up, the joy of fantasies fade.  I, for one, am fighting to preserve  my children’s magical fantasies, their joy and my joy as a witness. 

So last night, I gladly accepted losing sleep to a leprechaun, because the joy it brings to my kids is pure gold.

  1. KLZ
    March 17, 2011 at 5:51 am

    You’re a good mom.

    Please send me gold.

  2. March 17, 2011 at 6:17 am

    I love the magic of kids and holidays..can’t wait until my own are old enough to believe in Santa and the tooth fairy and the Easter bunny and leprechauns…of course, my parents made up the Spanking Babysitter and the Birthday Robbers to keep us in line.

  3. March 17, 2011 at 7:03 am

    awww! That’s cute! I hope when you catch your leprechaun that you find him with a pot of gold too!

  4. March 17, 2011 at 7:28 am

    You are a good mommy Paige. Soak these times up for sure! 🙂

  5. March 17, 2011 at 2:00 pm

    So I’m starting to see the value of sending my kids to a strict Catholic school where none of this tom foolery would be tolerated.

    So this sleep deprivation thing is for real, huh?

  6. March 22, 2012 at 6:45 pm

    dont tonch me pot of gold

  1. March 18, 2011 at 5:30 am

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