Our way was quite different. Blessed with a daughter who resisted sleep with dogged determination, we went for an ill-fated ‘fall asleep when you’re ready’ option. To cut a very long story short, acceptable sleeping patterns only resumed after a deal was struck. Our infant insomniac having developed a capacity for bargaining that any trade union hard-liner would be proud of, at last agreed to make her own way to the Land of Nod without mummy holding her hand. The price? A guinea pig. I wouldn’t recommend bribery, but on this occasion it worked out for all parties.
There has long been a debate over appropriate bedtimes for children, and it seems that it’s still going strong.
|Family watching television, c. 1958 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)|
I'm reminded of Adrian Mitchell's wonderful counter to Larkin's poem, 'This Be The Verse'.