I'm the youngest of three, and I didn’t stop getting into my parents’ bed until I was around 12.
People are shocked at how old I was, especially if they have children who come to visit at night now. Surely it can’t last that long?!
But I’ve had a revelation, following a night where both my children made it into my bed. My husband got a good night’s sleep in another room while these two bodies curled around me.
Even though there are times when those squiggling, wiggling little bodies drive me to distraction and rob me of my sleep, I won’t ever tell my kids to go back to their own bed.
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