Please Tuck me In

One dear aunt reveals her worry about her retired daughter being single by asking “Who will bring her a cup of tea?” (See here.)

During a harder than expected recovery from knee surgery, I have received many cups of carefully brewed tea from the Night Nurse aka my oldest son. (My husband is the Day Nurse.) The tea, no matter how loving brewed, cooled, and lemoned, does not compare with being “tucked in.”

I appreciated my son carefully rearranging my pillows and pulling up my blankets after bathroom trips or medicine time. However, one day while reading, I was surprised at the impact this sentence had.

Will you come and tuck me in?

I was being tucked in by the Night Nurse. Children are regularly tucked in, but adults? And yet that was what was happening to me after I was up during the wee hours of the night. It was lovely.

I last remember tucking in my sons when the oldest was a tween. How sad. I wish I had known that one is never too old to be tucked in at night.