There’s a serious parenting problem we, as a society, have to talk about. It’s not about breastfeeding or screen time or any of that. I’m talking about bed-sharing. You see, bed-sharing tends to overstay its welcome. It can shorten your nights, influence your partnerships, and force you to learn to sleep on a small corner of a bed for years on end. I want to stop, but I can't, and that's just one of the many confessions of a bed-sharing addict I need to get off my chest. Guys, it's time to get real.
OK, fine. Maybe I’m being a little facetious. Bed-sharing addiction is not exactly a real thing (I think). But raise your hand if you’re a mom who has tried to kick her kid out of bed, more than once, and has been devastatingly unsuccessful. Then again, are you really being "unsuccessful"? Or is this just your sneaky way of allowing yourself just a few more nights of unconditional snuggles? I think we both know the answer to that question, dear reader. Yeah, you're picking up what I'm putting down.
Honestly, I thought I was all done with bed-sharing over a year ago, when my son started preferring his crib again. And I thought I was finally done with it again when I moved my family across the country and my son had a new room of his own. But here I am, with a 3.5 year old who still wakes up in the middle of the night to be close to mommy. I’d like to say that I always gently take him back to his room (or better still, that his father does), but usually I just wake up and find him there. It totally feeds my addiction and most of the time, I don’t really care. Why? Well, let’s count the reasons: