I Wish You

I wrote this a couple of years ago for my wife’s blog.

You know how sometimes your parents wish that you will have a child just like you were. Well mom you told me so…

When I was little, I would I would wake up in the middle of night and in order for me to get back to sleep I needed my parents. I would attempt to crawl into bed with mommy and daddy. My mom would be terribly annoyed at the fact that I would not stay still. I was always told to climb in on daddy’s side of the bed.

Well, mom has her revenge. It doesn’t matter what child it is. They both like to wiggle, twist, and turn until they they take command of the bed. Callie tried to say that our bed would be a sacred place where no kid would enter. That’s been over since the day Abby was born. Out of pure necessity, one kid or the other or both are often in our bed making sleep a little harder. What makes it such a trial is that we can only fit a queen sized bed into our little “master” bedroom. Maybe someday, we’ll get our bed back but for now, we are cursed to deal with what we dished out to our parents when we were little. For now, it is fun to have little girls that want to snuggle.

4 thoughts on “I Wish You”

  1. Parenting is exhausting. It took having a first child in order to figure that out. From the day my second was born, he came straight into my bed. And the third, and the fourth, and the fifth, and the sixth. At their own pace, each left. It started out as a way to preserve my sleep, and turned into a way I lived my life. You have to be flexible and figure out what works best for you and your family.

  2. I love this. Remembering now with a smile what our son used to do when he was tiny. He would lie in-between us with one leg over each of us. If, once it seemed that he was asleep, one or the other of us tried to slide out from under him as if we were playing pick-up sticks, he would wake up instantly. So we were stuck.
    Good luck getting your bed back–it may be years!

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