The first major decision I made after my partner moved out six years ago was to invest in a new bed. Not just any bed, but an expansive Tempur-Pedic that set me back nearly $4,000—an amount I certainly couldn’t afford at the time. While it might not have been the most prudent choice, I firmly believe it was one of the best investments I’ve ever made. It was more than just a purchase; it symbolized my need for a new beginning. I couldn’t bear the thought of sleeping on the same mattress where so many heated arguments and hollow reconciliations took place. Additionally, I had struggled with severe stress-induced insomnia during the later years of my relationship, and this high-tech bed promised much-needed relief.
Not only did I upgrade to a top-tier mattress, but I also transitioned from a queen to a king size. While this may not have seemed practical—after all, who was actually going to fill the extra space?—it served as the perfect excuse to discard the old bedding and start fresh.
At that time, my children were quite young, only 5 and 2 years old, when I had to sit them down one chilly winter weekend to share the news that would alter the course of our lives. They were far too young to grasp the meaning of “Mommy and Daddy won’t be living together anymore.” Acknowledging that life would never be the same, I resolved to embrace our new reality and establish new traditions for our little family.
I never anticipated that these traditions would endure for so long, but six years later, what began as enthusiastic attempts to create joyful experiences—“we’ll have fun if it kills us”—are still thriving. One of our earliest creations was “Sunday Fun Day.” On spontaneous Sundays, I would wake the kids, entice them to get ready quickly with the promise of doughnuts, and whisk them off to a surprise destination. High on sugar, they would excitedly guess where we were headed. Throughout the years, our adventures have included trips to the zoo, apple and pumpkin picking, ice skating, trampoline parks, visits to all the Smithsonian museums, and excursions to the National Aquarium and the Maryland Science Center in Baltimore.
Another family custom that emerged was matching Christmas Eve pajamas, which began during our first holiday season decorating the tree without their dad. Initially, I chose the patterns, but now my children spend weeks poring over catalogs to select the perfect set. While I might cringe at wearing red and green Star Wars-themed pajamas, I’ve saved each year’s sets with the intention of having them transformed into quilts one day.
By far, their favorite new tradition is “Sleepover Night,” which originated as a way to comfort my daughter when her father failed to show up one evening. I let her snuggle in my bed, we watched a movie, made popcorn, and called it a sleepover. We’ve followed this same routine nearly every weekend since. Once my son transitioned out of his crib, he was invited to join us.
Over the years, Sleepover Night has evolved a bit. We had to move my son out of the bed due to his restless sleeping habits (he now sleeps on a chaise a few feet away). Our movie choices have shifted from Pixar to Marvel, and we’ve become a bit inconsistent with popcorn-making. There are weekends when social events take precedence over our sleepover, and sometimes, due to snowstorms or illness, it extends for an extra night or two.
The bed, thankfully long paid off, remains a sanctuary. This past year, while our floors were being redone, it became the only uncovered surface in the house for two weeks, leading us to dub it “Bed Island,” which served as a couch, table, and general relaxation zone. Whenever anyone in the house feels down, it’s my bed they retreat to for comfort.
Last night, as the kids rummaged through their Star Wars holiday pajamas, they insisted I wear mine so we could all match for Sleepover Night. They are now 11 and 8, and I can’t help but wonder how much longer they will want to spend their weekends snuggled up with me, watching movies and eating popcorn, let alone wearing coordinating pajamas. When I asked if they’d still want to have sleepovers as teenagers, they shouted, “Of course!” I inquired about college, and my daughter assured me, “I’ll come home every weekend.” I smiled, knowing that changes are inevitable, yet we will continue to create new traditions.
As we all piled onto the bed and pressed play, I realized that while the future may hold uncertainties, our bonding traditions will always adapt and thrive.
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Summary:
This article recounts the journey of a mother who transformed her life and her children’s lives after a separation. By investing in a new bed and creating new family traditions, she fostered a sense of comfort and continuity for her children. Through activities like Sunday Fun Day, matching pajamas, and Sleepover Night, they built a supportive environment filled with love and shared experiences, adapting to changes as they arise.