Becoming a Protector
I’ve been told a few times I should not let my daughter sleep in bed with me.
I simply don’t agree.
There is an utter purity associated with a child climbing into your bed in the dark of night. For me, no words are exchanged, many times the entrance is unnoticed until I awake and find a warm body against me.
In all honesty, this simple routine has slowly helped heal my own pains from my divorce. It’s softened the blow of not having a man hold me every night.
The past three years I’ve somehow undergone the shift of being protected, to becoming the protector, and my mama bear is in full force.
Right now, I will not tell my daughter to stop climbing into bed with me and smashing herself into the curve of my back for comfort.
She's comforting me as much as I'm comforting her.