Earlier this week, Sunday night actually, my 3 year old son fell asleep in my bed while watching his beloved Thomas the train show. Rather than move him into his own bed, I just moved him over and crawled into bed next to him. Being a single mom, I don't have to worry about a significant other needing space too. I put my 5 month old in his Pack n Play and we all slept in the same room.
In the morning, both kids woke up at 5:30. I grabbed my younger son and brought him into bed with my older son and I. We just lay there until we had to get up and get ready for the day.
It is moments like this that make me so happy that I still have my boys. I almost lost the older child to CPS due to physical abuse by my ex, and the younger son I almost lost to adoption by my own decision. What would I do without them and moments like that?