It wasn’t my intention to cause any chaos. Admittedly, I played a role in a turbulent sequence of events fueled by sugar and excitement. If we’re being completely honest—when my mother isn’t around, which she isn’t—I can’t help but question the sanity of inviting six 5-year-olds for a sleepover.
While other children enjoyed pizza parties or clown-themed celebrations, my birthday festivities centered around a Fudgie the Whale cake and a side of Nesquik. After indulging in such a sugar rush, the only place to go was down—quite literally, to the bathroom, which became our stage for nighttime pretend play. “You, loyal subjects, must entertain us! Stand on the edge of the tub, and for our amusement, dangle from the shower curtain rod!”
It turns out that even small girls can wreak havoc when suspended from a shower rod affixed to the tiled walls. When the rod came crashing down, we scattered like mice, with me leading the charge. I managed to reach my room ahead of my mother by a mere 30 seconds. Cuddled up in my sleeping bag, breathless and sweaty, I feigned sleep and stammered, “Wha-what was that?”
Innocent until proven guilty—unless your mother is the judge, in which case it’s, “We will discuss this in the morning, and if you think you’ll have another sleepover, think again.” But let’s face it, none of us were genuinely sleeping; we were simply up to no good. My mother learned quickly, and I’ve come to realize, that sleepovers are far from restful.
True to her word, my mother restricted me to one guest at a time, never allowing another sleepover after the Fudgie debacle. My reign as a little queen, ordering my friends around during our midnight antics, left a lasting impression on her.
Fast forward to today, and I find myself less resolute. I once vowed that my children wouldn’t have sleepovers before they turned 10. Yet, my oldest celebrated her 10th birthday back in February and has already hosted over 25 sleepovers.
When she was approaching third grade, my daughter expressed a longing for a sleepover. I responded with, “Not yet. When we feel you’re ready.” We also had our doubts about the families of her friends, worrying they might have dangerous items around or serve unhealthy snacks.
Yet, I remember that youthful desire to bond with friends, to talk late into the night until words began to blur. That type of friendship is a hallmark of youth, an eagerness to fill every moment with connection.
Fortunately, the year my daughter started third grade, we became close with our neighbors, who also had a daughter entering the same grade. The girls became fast friends, and they even shared similar Oreo-eating habits. So when they both requested a sleepover, I agreed.
We sent my daughter to their home one evening, and soon after, we welcomed her friend to ours. As expected, our night was filled with giggles, snacks, and hand-drawn posters declaring their friendship, punctuated by my reminders to “get to bed now.”
It was both a significant moment and a typical occurrence in the journey of growing up. For the first time, my daughter was away from home overnight, and I felt as if time was on fast-forward. I was both proud and a bit let down when she didn’t call home at midnight asking to be picked up. When she hosted, I was comforted by her blossoming friendship and felt prepared to embrace this new chapter.
What I had forgotten was that sleepovers often involve little actual sleeping. My attempts to arrange sleeping bags and blankets were futile, much like my requests for them to settle down. The girls stayed up late and woke early, squeezing every last moment of togetherness. They were no longer the little ones who couldn’t keep their eyes open after a long day; instead, they were older girls, intent on maximizing their time together.
While they may not have dismantled a bathroom setup like I did, my daughter and her friend demonstrated that a sleepover is more accurately termed a wakeover. A snoozenot. A stayuplate.
In the spirit of light-heartedness, it reminds me of Inigo Montoya from The Princess Bride declaring, “You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.” Perhaps we should consider terms like giggletogether or chattyallnight…
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Summary
Sleepovers can be chaotic yet memorable experiences for children and parents alike. While they are often filled with fun, laughter, and bonding, they are rarely about actual sleep. As kids grow, their relationships deepen, leading to more frequent sleepovers that encourage connection.
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