Boys and the Bunk Bed

Early this week my husband went behind my back and allowed the boys to start sleeping on the top bunk. I specifically asked that we buy another bedrail, that goes higher than the one built in. This is so that I feel better in knowing they would be safer. He tossed a coin in the air, told them to pick heads or tails, and the youngest child won! My stomach fell in fear...

~*Mommy Thoughts*~

I had the most horrible thoughts. I started to envision the child rolling from the twin-sized bed on top to the edge of the full sized bed below. I started to think what if they fell and broke their neck, or arm, or even a leg. Than I started to think about how it might be seen as child abuse/neglect and we loose our children because one slept on the top bunk.

So far things have been positive... Thank God! They've been taking turns each night on who gets the top bunk. And it has been nice to be able to say veiled threats like... "brush your teeth or you'll loose you turn". I still wake up different hours of the night, pushing them away from the edge, but I am sure things will get better as I let go of my sense of control. This is the hardest lesson (letting go of control, or what I perceive as control).

This morning I enjoyed watching them talk and swap candy. I took the remainder of the candy from the last holiday and put it in gallon-sized ziplocks. They would talk about which candy they liked and disliked for getting stuck in their teeth. I felt grateful to be able to eaves drop into a conversation that is a clear reminder they are becoming little people. The words they chose, how they sounded so grown up, and getting along like "best friends". I am thankful to be given the opportunity to witness and reflect.