Under the Princess Canopy

princess canopy, grandchild, sleepTo my 4-year-old granddaughter, the most exciting part of my visit is that I get to sleep with her in her queen-sized bed.

At 9:30 p.m., Sophie’s constant energy is barely contained, even with the lights out and flannel sheets up to our chins. The bed is crowded with just the two of us, since half a dozen “my little ponies” have joined us on the counterpane, jumping in high spirits at my presence.

The chatter between Sophie and her tiny plastic friends finally turns to whispers, and then soft little snores. I start to fade out myself until I’m poked on one hip by a pony fairy wing, and I feel a plastic tail wiggle in my ear. Quietly, I place all the fantastical toys in the bin on the floor, and sink back into comfortable oblivion.

Until my eyes pop open. Two little-girl feet are propped on my face. I raise my neck a few inches and notice the sleeping child’s head down at the foot of the bed.

Not wanting to wake her (I really do believe in letting sleeping ponies, and little girls, lie) I slowly twist away and gently move the child’s knees off my chest.

An hour later (or is it only minutes?) an arm whaps me on the neck, and then a precious child, now right side up, cuddles into my stomach, finding my body a useful pillow.

I stare at the wispy white princess canopy over my head and demand my brain to stop laughing and GO BACK TO SLEEP.

Which I do, until an errant dolly finds my lower back, and brilliant little Sophie begins talking in her sleep.

Geometric solutions?  my little ponies, grandchild, restless sleep


An arcane language?

Oh. She’s mumbling about “glimmer winged” pony Rainbow Dash chasing  Fluttershy in the magical night air.

5 a.m. and I just lay on the soft bed with my sweet grandchild, pretending that winged ponies are flying in and out of the canopy, dusting us with glitters of grandmotherly love.


24 thoughts on “Under the Princess Canopy

  1. Gorgeous, just gorgeous, children have a unique ability to bring belief in magic back in the twinkling of an eye…or the tickling of a plastic tail. I loved my little ponies as a child and this brought back delicious fond memories of cottontail and bow tie – thank you:-)

  2. Pam – what a magical post! What a wonderful thing to look forward to! I’m in no rush, of course – my son is 23 and in his first year of law school – but I might have to start stocking up for the future…..

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