Sweet dreams, my love



No matter how joyous or how challenging the day, there is something in our home that never gets overlooked or forgotten or hurried. 

Everyone has an evening routine; every family with little ones undergoes a pattern each and every night that helps to settle the active day and welcome in the quiet sleeping hours.

We are no different and each night as the main lights go out and a couple of soft lamps glow, a ritual takes place in the comfort and solitude of my children's bedrooms.  Evie and Noah each have a nightlight but it is the practice surrounding this light that we hold dear. 

I am sure you would be familiar with the Himalayan salt tea light holders.  When we first decided to use these for their nightlights I quickly realised that I needed a budget friendly alternative to the widely available, but toxic, paraffin wax tea light candles.  And, as much as I love the beeswax options that are available to purchase online, I am not fond of the price tag.  We use two candles each and every night, which equals a weekly usage of fourteen (soon to be even more since I'm thinking about getting one for Tuck's and my bedroom as well).  By choice our household budget will never allow the ongoing expense of purchasing those ready-made beeswax tea lights.  So, it was time to get creative with my thinking and a viable option quickly fell into place.

Our local organic market where we collect our co-op bags of fresh produce each week has a stallholder who sells pure raw honey from the Southern Flinders Ranges.  Sometimes we buy our honey from them and sometimes from an even more local (as in the next door suburb) apiary.  That is, until we have our own buzzy bees which is soon to be!  As a "bi-product" to their honey, the Flinders Ranges Apiary also sells great large blocks of beeswax for the cheapest I have ever encountered.  It's so inexpensive that I've even questioned their pricing choice with the lovely stallholder (daughter of the beekeeper).  Her answer was that it was a bi-product to their main industry and really, they just wanted to get rid of it.  Well, until we have our own "bi-product", I will happily purchase their beeswax to fulfil our needs. 

With blocks of beeswax in my cupboard and a supply of tea light cups and wicks, I set aside a little part of my day each month (and it really does not take long at all) to whip up a batch of candles for my babes nightlights.  I'm so happy to have found this solution and I love the subtle fragrance of the wax and the soft warm glow that lifts my children's room from the dark. 



On the very first night back when this ritual began, a verse began to spill from my lips as I lit the candle.  To be honest, I'm not sure if it's something I've read elsewhere, some time long ago or if I made it up.  But, half way through as I paused to think up the words to rhyme, it became a collaborative moment with Evie as we finished the words together.  Nowadays, we all know our verse by heart and once the candle is lit, I sit beside my child on their bed and by glow of candle light and with whispered voices, we say those words together.  My same question always follows, "is there anything that worried or upset you today?"

The candle gets placed safely on their dresser (away from anything else) and my young ones are soon asleep.

This ritual began quite unintentionally, but I hold it dear to my heart and as long as they do too, it is here to stay.



Ps/  Today's blog post is also appearing over on Nurture Magazine's website.  I am so excited to be sharing my words over there and I wholeheartedly welcome any new friends who have found their way here through Kristy and her beautiful magazine.  Thank you so much for visiting and I do hope you stop by again and again.  And in case this is your first time here, lately our chatting zone (AKA the 'comments' area) has been experiencing a technical glitch.  Please do feel free to contact me through the email and twitter links at the top of the left column, or you can always leave a comment over at Nurture.  That would also be lovely. 

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