I sleep better when my husband is beside me.
The comfort of the idea of someone who would protect me eases my mind even if in practice he sleeps so soundly he wouldn’t hear any of those scary things that go bump in the night.
But when he’s not here and I’m sleeping alone, I hear every noise multiplied and let my fears run wild.
When he’s here I sleep the sleep of the loved. Occasionally tucking my head into his side and sighing contentedly.
There’s something about being alone at night in the dark that feels more lonely and isolating than in the daytime.
So when one of my boys makes his way to our bedroom floor in the middle of the night, I don’t insist they go back to their own beds.
I don’t scoop them up and carry them back.
I let them be, watching as they snuggle in with a smile on their faces.
Sometimes I even gesture for one to come cuddle in the bed with us, tucking a small body next to mine, letting him feel that comfort of protection.
Soon enough, they’ll scoff at the idea of needing Mom and Dad. And sometimes in the daylight they already do, insisting there’s so much they can do on their own.
But at night, when even adults take comfort in not being alone, they have nothing to prove.
So they can snuggle in with us… and sometimes they don’t need us because they find each other instead.
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