This post really has nothing to do with Valentines day...but love. The other night, at about 1 a.m., my little Elizabeth climbed in bed with me and snuggled in. All my memories from my childhood started flowing in. I remember being scared, and running to my dad's side of the bed. He would scoop me up with one arm, and hold me close as we spooned. I never felt so safe as I did when my sweet dad was holding me. I slept so soundly, I felt so loved, and I definitely felt protected. Even as I grew older (too old to climb in bed with Dad), we still cuddled. In high school, I would come home from dates, snuggle into my dad and talk about the night. He would tell me all about guys, what they were thinking, and how to avoid certain pitfalls. I loved these talks with my dad. Now as a parent, I try to be like my dad in this way. I want my kids to have that same "safe" feeling, I want them to feel pure love like I did when we cuddled in silence, I want my kids to know that I am always available to them. So, when my little ones crawl in my bed, and keep me from sleeping by laying on top of my head so they can be as close as possible, I remember my fabulous example, and I snuggle back into them.
2 comments:
Ahhh Sarah that is so sweet. I have the same feelings of being safe and comforted by my parents. I just pray that I can give the same to my children!! You are a wonderful person, so beautiful on the inside and out!! I love ya!!
I love this post, we have two little ones constantly climbing into bed with us and laying on our heads. I am glad we are not alone and I am glad to hear your story. I will relate it to my hubby.
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