My son is 10. He is a wonderful, independent, feisty and smart child and every night I lie in bed with him before he goes to sleep.
It started when he was a baby. I never let him cry. Not even a bit – some would say I never let him turn over unattended in his cot and they’d be right. I was am a tad neurotic but more importantly I just hated the sound of him crying alone. I imagined lying in my bed and calling my husband and him ignoring me and I knew how much I hated that.
So it’s become a habit.
A ten-year long habit.
It’s not that he can’t sleep without me there – he sleeps over at friends whenever he gets the opportunity, he’s been on camp, I’ve been out or away and he’s still gone to sleep without a problem. So it’s a habit rather than an addiction…
He is growing up so fast. He’s testing his boundaries and striving for independence and responsibility.
During the day I am becoming a bit of a nuisance, being replaced with friends and skateboards, books and x-box games. He doesn’t want to hold my hand ever and at all, he is not super keen on listening to me ramble on. He no longer thinks I’m fun at the park. And apparently I don’t have a clue when it comes to playing rugby. Funny that.
But at night when we lie in bed he will do anything to prolong his bed time so he talks and he talks and he talks and when I don’t want to stick my head in the oven from the continual chatter and the refusal to sleep I lie next to him and think how precious this time is.
And I will lie with him as long as he will have me there.