Second Kid Changes

​When my eldest was the age of my second child, bedtime often meant not just reading but bedtime stories. It was here that I would happily weave tails of backyard shenanigans, space travel, oafish circus animals and more. It was a blast. I didn’t realize it at the time, would never have understood, but back then I had a luxury of time that has all but vanished since my second arrived.
 
Maybe it is my schedule, maybe it is the five-plus-year age difference, maybe I am just old and cranky (I mean, tired). But, whatever is causing it, I miss it. They were fun bedtimes and my oldest got a huge kick out of it. I sometimes wonder if I am short-changing my second.
 
Then again, everything with my second has run along against different timelines, so, maybe, this whole bedtime story phase is yet to come.

Actually, now that I think about it, maybe this is for the best. I could use the extra time to come up with new stories of backyard shenanigans, tales of travel and goofy animals.
 
Each deserves their own world of bedtime magic.