I am not a bed sharer or your typical co-sleeper. I am a firm believer in the importance of children learning to fall asleep on their own & in their own beds. I let my babies CIO.
But I also let our boys crawl into bed with us in the wee hours of the morning. Six out of 7 days a week, you will find one or both of them in bed with us by 6 am. As much as I don't love the wake ups or the kicking & thrashing that often accompanies having two small potatoes in bed with us, I realize the window of time where they WANT to snuggle us is very small. I also realize that, as the mother of boys, the window of time where it is appropriate for them to lay their heads on my chest or for me to smother their little bodies in kisses is finite.
In a not so distant future, my boys will be big on-the-go teenagers and, eventually, well-adjusted men with rich, full lives and my role will be much smaller in their day to day lives. The lengthy cuddles, head to toe kisses and the feeling of their chubby little baby hands in mine will be a memory of a bygone era. Reposing in bed as a family on a Saturday morning will no longer happen. It will be a sweet memory for all of us to cherish, but no longer a reality.
There will come a day when I wake up and the space between Diesel and I is no longer filled with two sweet slumbering boys looking heartbreakingly beautiful, always reminding me that they are the single most perfect thing I have EVER created in my life. This thought creates in me a certain wistful sadness about the future. I am excited to see where my boys' lives take them and how they grow and what they become, but I wish I could slow time and keep them small just a bit longer. In some way, this is my way of postponing the inevitable for just a bit longer; capturing a special moment in time and holding it in my heart.
That is why I let my boys sleep with us.
And frankly, who wouldn't want to wake up to this?