Co-sleeping is awesome! NOT. Don’t lie to yourself, if you are a co-sleeper with your children. Who likes getting repeated kicks to the head, or sucker-punched in the eye? Nobody. So, why do we do it? At the root of every co-sleeping family lurks the same reason: parents are desperate for a good night’s sleep. However, the opposite usually occurs.
Since creation, mothers have given up everything from their bodies to beds for their children all in the name of love. Ask me what I bought for my 28th birthday: an Evenflo exersaucer. A four-foot Minnie Mouse poses on my shower curtain and Doc McStuffins music is in the CD player. Maybe I go a bit overboard, but I love my girls.
Weekends and holidays do not exist for a mother. They are like every other day piled with domestic demands, on top of early hockey practice, great grandma’s birthday and brunch with the in-laws.
A mother is always on call, even during date nights, pedicures and weekends away with the girls. Moms give up their lives from the moment of conception until adulthood, or even longer. I’m 30 and I still want my Mom. If I didn’t crush her, I’d try to squeeze my 160-pound self onto her lap like I did when I was five…and maybe fifteen.
I’m not saying once you get knocked up, your life is over. Us moms can have careers, social lives, goals and hobbies, but at the end of the day our children trump all. A mother’s love runs deep and is expressed differently in every family. Jesus said, “There is no greater love than laying down one’s life for his friend,” John 15:13. I believe that’s what the true love of a mother is. A selfless love that's unconditional, unchanging and forever faithful.
On this fuzzy note, I’m going to close my laptop and shimmy into my sheets, beside Winnie the Pooh, a heffalump and Makayla too. Fingers crossed her little fists and feet remain on her side of the bed. She won’t want to sleep with me forever right?
Buenas noches.
Since creation, mothers have given up everything from their bodies to beds for their children all in the name of love. Ask me what I bought for my 28th birthday: an Evenflo exersaucer. A four-foot Minnie Mouse poses on my shower curtain and Doc McStuffins music is in the CD player. Maybe I go a bit overboard, but I love my girls.
Weekends and holidays do not exist for a mother. They are like every other day piled with domestic demands, on top of early hockey practice, great grandma’s birthday and brunch with the in-laws.
A mother is always on call, even during date nights, pedicures and weekends away with the girls. Moms give up their lives from the moment of conception until adulthood, or even longer. I’m 30 and I still want my Mom. If I didn’t crush her, I’d try to squeeze my 160-pound self onto her lap like I did when I was five…and maybe fifteen.
I’m not saying once you get knocked up, your life is over. Us moms can have careers, social lives, goals and hobbies, but at the end of the day our children trump all. A mother’s love runs deep and is expressed differently in every family. Jesus said, “There is no greater love than laying down one’s life for his friend,” John 15:13. I believe that’s what the true love of a mother is. A selfless love that's unconditional, unchanging and forever faithful.
On this fuzzy note, I’m going to close my laptop and shimmy into my sheets, beside Winnie the Pooh, a heffalump and Makayla too. Fingers crossed her little fists and feet remain on her side of the bed. She won’t want to sleep with me forever right?
Buenas noches.