Wee One got a big girl bed this weekend, a little unexpectedly, and I was having a hard time with it. Then tonight happened.
Her old bed was fine and nothing really happened, but there was a large antique bed in her room that had broken and needed to be taken to the basement. After Thanksgiving, the whole family is coming over to watch the Ohio/That School Up North football game. Since we were moving things around, we were like, let’s just give WO Cohiba’s old bed that’s just hanging out downstairs.
I don’t think we fully explained it to WO, though, because as I was taking her toddler bed down, she was like, ‘What are you doing?’ I explained and she was a little sad. She sat down in my lap and patted her bed, said goodbye to it. I realized that Friday night was the last time I put her to bed in that bed, and I wished I had known that would be the last time. We were both sad and snuggled a bit.
Then we moved the other bed in her room and I put it together, and she has a brand new (to her) full size bed. You guys, it’s so nice. She can open her window shade again since the antique bed is out of the way, she’s a pro at making her bed, having seen my MIL do it every morning, and the best part was this:
After reading, praying, and singing a song, the bedtime routine we’ve done since she was 9 months old, she said, “I want you to sleep with me.” Here’s the good part: I can. Now she has a big beautiful comfortable bed that will hold us both, and I can sleep with her. Cohiba could even join us, but not tonight. Tonight it was just us.
“For a little while,” I said. She put her little head close to mine and her hand on my shoulder. She wiggled and settled. Wiggled and settled. Finally flipped over and I heard her breath deepen. I whispered I was going to leave and she rolled onto her back and gave me a kiss and a hug. “I love you, mommy.”
It truly does not get better than that, and I’m okay with the new bed now.