How did we get here?
Yet I’m not reading up on methods of getting your child to sleep on his own or scouring the internet for a solution. Because, well… I like it. There, I said it.
I never thought I’d be called an attachment parent But I guess that is sort of what I turned out to be.
And so I don’t mind at all when he jiu jitsus me through the night. I just want to feel the weight of his warm little body there and be able to kiss his forehead whenever I want.
I don’t know if I would have felt the same way if I became a mom in my late teens or twenties. Back then, I worked as a nanny and am ashamed to say I would have been judgmental about a mama whose boy still slept with her every night. But I didn’t have him until my mid-thirties, when starting a family was a very deliberate decision. And it wasn’t an easy road. My husband and I had some struggles and a major loss on the way. I think that’s part of the reason why I want to savor every moment with him, even while we’re sleeping.