I was looking back on some older photos…
I think this is one of my favorite pictures. It just captures a season in my life so well, without words. I love photos that do that!
There are five kids sleeping in my bed in this shot: Afton, A.J., Aislynn, Andrew, and Aria.
Where was I supposed to sleep?
Normally when my bed looks like this, I scoot into any corner of the bed that I can fit into, curl up into a ball, and go to sleep. Even when my bed is this crowded, I sleep well. I sleep well just knowing that my children are there, right next to me. But there are times when I just can’t find a big enough spot on that bed, and so I might go into another room and find an empty bed to sleep in. Or I might grab a pillow and just sleep on the couch.
What I rarely ever do is take a sleeping body OFF my bed and make him or her go into their own bed. I guess I’m a sucker that way because I know that my kids feel that our bed is the coziest and most “safest” bed in the house, meaning that they feel the most secure there. So to move them…well, that’s hard for me. I’d rather they just stay in my bed, feeling cozy and secure. Even if it means I’m crowded, or sometimes even pushed out.
There were six in the bed and the little one said “roll over, roll over…”
(sorry, but this song comes to mind as I’m writing this!)
Anyway, the way I see it is this: they are only young once! This, too, shall pass. This season in my life will be gone before I know it. Soon enough I will have the bed to myself again (well, not counting the hubs, of course! He’ll be there, too, God willing!) But the children…they grow up, they learn to love their own space in their own beds, and eventually they move out. So right now, these days, I say let my bed be crowded. A crowded bed is a happy bed. That’s my motto, anyway