Last night you crawled into our bed, you had a bad dream and we were happy to see you. I realized that the time will come when you won't come into our bed, that our little boy won't be little anymore.
When you were a little baby I never liked the "cry it out," idea. Reports have come out and say that children who are left in their bed to cry it out and self-soothe do just fine as adults. But I couldn't do that. I wanted to be there to comfort you, to let you I was there.
That led to me putting you to bed at about 7 pm, usually falling asleep with you, then sneaking out to spend time with your mom. Then sometime about 930 you finding your way to our bed - as you call it "the family bed."
There are downsides - sometimes I think in the middle of the night you dream you are a helicopter as your hands and legs whack your mom and I. Some nights your mom or I go back to your bedroom just to get some sleep.
But, your mom and I realize at some point that won't happen anymore. That you will be just fine in your own bed. I joke that someday you will tell us, "Mom and dad it is time you get your own room."
That time is coming. But until then, one of the joys of a father is to comfort a little boy who hears noises in the middle of the night. I won't forget these times, and will miss them.
I still remember my dad coming in to say goodnight to me, laying down and falling asleep in my bed. I would wake him up and he would always say, "Oh, I fell asleep," and off he would go to join mom. I hope you remember the times you got into the family bed - and the comfort there.
It's ok to grow up son. Just don't worry if you see my eyes water from time to time.
Sunday, May 29, 2016
Wednesday, May 25, 2016
|"Egg in a hole in it." - JJ|
This morning as I wake up and you and your mom are out of town I realize that how much I miss my sous chef in the kitchen.
The hardest part about when we travel is when we don't have a kitchen that we can make our morning breakfast.
I don't believe that breakfast is the most important meal of the day, but cooking with you makes it the best meal of the day.
Wednesday, May 18, 2016
|Bringing flowers to Grandma Simpson|
Mother's Day was bitter sweet. It is wonderful having my mom here, but it is difficult to see her slip into dementia. Thankfully she is still happy to see us and knows who we are.
I couldn't be more proud of you when we were going to the grocery store and you wanted to buy flowers, and pick them out, for both my mom and yours.
I love Mother's Day because without you there would be no Mother's Day for us. You have made our life sweet, son - and mother's day and father's day are all about how thankful we are that you made us parents.
Then we got to see you play.
I think this is my favorite time. But then again, I say that every age.
|We needed to make cookies|
|It all started here|
|Your first public performance|
Sunday, May 1, 2016
|You've played with this doggie since you were six weeks|
|Grandma enjoying some time with her grandson and Sparky|
Sparky died the other day, and it made you sad. The little dog had lived 14 years as grandma's favorite companion.
He first sniffed you when you were six weeks old, after your first trip on an airplane.
When we would go to see grandma and grandpa you would sit on the floor, wait for him to come to you, and play.
He was grandma's companion, and even as she sinks into dementia she misses Sparky.
As a little boy you are seeing dementia and death. Your answer was to want to get flowers. Two sets, one for grandma and one for us- because we all miss Sparky.
Sometimes you amaze me,