Watching the boy fast asleep tucked in his bed at 1030pm. He has adjusted well since we moved out of our home, set up home in a room in my mom’s house, and co-sleeping has been the only option since.
As a family, we have undergone so much changes in the last 2 months, but I feel heartened that despite these changes with the environment and in routine, he seemed to have taken it all in his stride.
Could it be the assurance of knowing that hb and I are always next to him in this room, and that he is able to reach out for my arm in the middle of the night and have my hand to hold on to whenever he sleeps?
Maybe all it takes to give a child courage to take on the changes in the different seasons of life, is the assurance that his parents will always be there to hold his hand.