Sometimes I’m far too soft with toddler P and sometimes deep down, I don’t really care. The fact is sometimes I decide to choose my battles carefully and I also think, “what harm does it do?” The main one is sleeping in my bed. There’s loads of theories that fly around about it and everyone has an opinion as to whether or not you should. But to be honest, I don’t really care, if she sleeps well and I sleep well, is it really that big of a deal?

In all honesty I quite like it, it doesn’t happen that often these days and when I does I feel a cosy calmness and closeness to her. She likes to snuggle up and asks for me to “snuggle me mummy” and clearly needs me near her. And why shouldn’t she? I’m her mummy and it’s my role to keep her feeling loved, safe and warm. So if she wants a snuggle I’m giving her one.

Tonight she asked, for the first time in awhile, to sleep in my bed. So we did, we snuggled up under my covers. She asked me to snuggle her and put her little hand in mine and sang herself to sleep next to me. I crept away and went downstairs then when I came up to bed slipped in next to her, snuggled up and listened to her breathing as I drifted off. It was bliss and one day she won’t want it, she won’t need it, she’ll be grown, possibly with her own kids to snuggle to sleep. So I’ll enjoy it whilst I can, I’ll breathe in her smell of oranges, baby lotion and toothpaste as she snuggled down next to me, re-enacting tales of her day playing with her friends and her excitement for her besties birthday party in the morning.

She’s my little girl and I’ll lay and snuggle with her as long as she needs me to.

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