You have changed me in so many ways, my son. Made me softer, less rigid, more willing to trust my feelings. I never planned to bed share. But we all need human touch sometimes, don't we, love? When you wake at night in your crib, uncomfortable in a way that ibuprofen can't fix, and you reach for me, unable to say in any other way that you need me, then yes, son, you may find comfort in snuggling down between the two people who love you most. When the world seems scary because your awareness of it is changing, then yes, my child, you may sleep in our bed, and reach out to feel the rise and fall of daddy's chest instead of the cold slats of your crib or even the soft warmth of your blanket. When you need to know that you are safe and secure and loved, then yes, I will wrap you in my arms and hold you tight. All too soon you will be too big to hold, you will want your independence, and daddy and I will have the bed to ourselves again. Until then, when you need us, we are here.
