One of the best milestones your child reaches is the one where they sleep through the night in their own bed. And once that happens, you are okay with them joining you in yours, in the morning.
If it’s super early, well I’m like “you sleep on Daddy’s pillow,” since he is usually at work by then. A little bit of “this is your dance space, this is my dance space” – style. However if she comes up at a ‘decent hour,’ once we are both well-slept, she will reach out and cuddle in close and we’ll kiss and hug.
This morning however, it WAS a decent hour, but we were both sooo tired, still. She snuggled in close, and I did not protest. She found a nook, a groove in me, and lay there, breathing peacefully, her eyelids closed and creaseless, and I had my arm around her and holding her tight.
Like a little baby bear, cuddling up close to its Big Mama bear.
Or like a lion cub, finding support and comfort, strength and solitude, in its Lioness of a Mother.
Or like baby girl, finding love and affection and fondness and attention, with her Mama.
Same same. The snuggles are all the same. I love them so, and cherish them always XO