When I was pregnant with Adam, I told myself I wouldn’t be the type of mother to let her kid sleep in their parents bed till the age of 10. When we brought him home from the hospital, the first night I put him right in his crib. When he woke up to eat that night, I brought him to the bed to feed him and fell asleep with him in my lap once he was done. After that night, I would bring him to the bed just to sleep next to him.
Once we moved to our next apartment, he got his own room and I got my bed back. We did really well, but I would still bring him to the bed from time to time. It was nice just having my baby sleeping next to me. When he got his “big boy” bed, he wanted to sleep with me less and less, and I was okay with that. Frankly I got tired of him taking up 90% of my King sized bed. Seriously, how do 3ft tall kids do that?
Since we moved into my moms house, Adam sleeps in his own room upstairs and I have the downstairs area to myself. I have gotten used to not sharing my bed with him and I enjoy not being kicked in the head throughout the night.
Recently, Adam has been asking to sleep in my bed. I know he mostly does it because I have Netflix and he enjoys the shows on there. I find myself becoming annoyed when he asks, but I give in and allow him to sleepover for the night. But tonight I told him he would have to sleep in his bed since I have to get ready to leave for San Diego in the morning. He was disappointed, but he said okay and went to sleep in his room.
About an hour later I was watching an episode of Black Mirror, and in the episode the mother was playing hide and seek with her 3 year old daughter. It just made me think; Adam won’t be young forever and rather than be selfish and want the bed to myself, I’d much rather spend time with him and watch movies. So I creeped upstairs, luckily he was still awake, and told him to come sleep in my room. He was so happy, he just jumped up and down. It made me smile.
Anywho, the moral to my long ass story is finally coming…hang on to the time you have with your kids. We remember our lives before being parents, but we’ve been in their lives from the beginning. They don’t know anything else. I want him to grow up remembering all the little things we did, and hopefully just the simple watching movies in bed will stick with him as good memories.
It will stick with me for the rest of my life.