I’ve always thought of my bed as my sanctuary. It’s the place to which I retreat when I am sick, exhausted, sad, or furious.
When the children invade my bed in the middle of the night, I grow territorial. This is my bed. I don’t care who your mother is.
But in the wee hours of the morning, when my brain is thick with the cotton of sleep, and the children shuffle into my bedroom and monkey climb up into my tangle of sheets and blankets, and snuggle their pointy little bodies close to mine, and I hug them to me, grateful for their safety and health, all is right. No matter what drama or sadness gathers in the atmosphere outside my bed, the little people for whom I am responsible are content, and endlessly loved. No matter what happens to them in the future, for this moment, we are all safe.
Is that your hubby? Love that picture.
I agree. I love to sleep. I love my sacred sleeping space and I don’t love sharing it with anyone but my hubby. But I do love the feeling of us all safe in one space. I think I see a CAL KING in my near future.
We have an rv. One of my most favorite things about the rv is that we have our own bedroom, but the kids have tricked out bunks right next to my side of the bed. It’s heavenly all being in a close space. I can hear my daughter laugh and giggle in her sleep. My son feels safe because we’re close to him. When she wakes up from a bad dream, she sticks her hand out and says “mommy, I’m scared.” I can hold her hand from bed. It’s lovely.
I LOVE this photo and this post. I feel the same way when my family is piled into bed together. It’s a great way to start the day, super intimate and sweet. Great photo.
Great photo…lovely post. btw, have I told you how much I like the site redesign?
Great post Kim
I agree – my bed is MY place…for me and for my HUBS…but often, far far FAR too often…one of the two little people whom call me MOM! sneak in there in the middle of the night-only, they aren’t very sneaky.
It’s annoying, SURE.
I wake up tired and unrested more often than not…but for now, they feel safe, they ARE safe…
Soon, they will be big kids, and I’m guessing they won’t be crawling into bed with their parents…For now, I’ll take it…
I know folks who seek outside help as a result of their kids sneaking into bed with them during the night. For me, my bed is my sanctuary. But when those tiny warm bodies find their way next to mine during the night and I can smell their sweet skin as we both fall back to sleep, all I feel is content.
Usually. 🙂