I Ride My Bike with No Training Wheels #raisingboys
Another at my moms BBQ tale but this time it's what K man was saying…
For some reason my four year old is really having a difficult time being alone anywhere. If he realizes I have left the dining room, he is on the mission to find me. He will whine because he is just so scared yet can not really formulate a good reason why he is scared to be alone. He is scared of his bed. Scared of his shadow. Scared of his bedroom. Scared of his closet. The list could go on forever.
I honestly have little problem with him waking mid night and sleeping in my bed or sometimes even he takes my recliner beside the bed. It doesn’t really bother me, at this point, however, I know all too well how difficult a situation this will be to break once he is passed his “I am scare of everything” phase. That my friends, I am not looking forward to.
So in the meantime, I have a little one who takes over my bed almost every single night, except on the rare occasion he sleeps through the night in his own bed, in his own room. He shares a room with his brother, so it’s not like he is “alone” per say, but his brother sleeps through everything, thank goodness! That means when the four year old wakes mid night yelling for Mama, the six year old is still fast asleep through it all.
For now, as I share my bed with this cute four year old, I will debate on how important it is for me to fight this co-sleeping mid night battle or not. I am not quite ready, nor have energy to fight this battle right now at this point in time in my life. Too much going on that is just making this the least of my problems. I enjoy singing “there were two in the bed and the Mama said .. get out, get out” I do that often to the little one and he just thinks I am silly.