Sweet Dreams

The little girl, talking in her sleep, whispered with urgency: “When is dessert? When is dessert?”

Which brings us to the subject of the family bed. Once upon a time, I scoffed at the family-bed, attachment-parenting folks. Somehow, though, we inadvertently, or maybe purposely, became them, to some extent.  When the little girl’s at school all day and Mommy and Daddy are working, we have to find some time together, even if it’s snuggling in our sleep.

The other day, the little girl, who is four-and-a-half, was describing who would do what when she has her baby. Daddy will sing the lullabies, she’ll change the diapers, I’ll do the feeding. I asked her if the baby would sleep in her bed. To which she replied, “No, I think she’ll like it better in your bed, with us.”


2 responses to “Sweet Dreams

  1. Priceless!

  2. LOL!
    Srsly, Americans are in denial of the family bed. Ask how many parents find their little, and not so little ones crawling in in the middle of the night, or find one laying by the doorway come morning?

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