I'm doing something bad, something warned against by pediatricians and all the parenting books. And I don't care one bit. I love it.
I'm napping with Evie.
This past week, I have been fighting a tough cold. I need to rest. But as anyone with a toddler knows, you don't get much rest when they are awake. So, when Evie naps, I nap.
We curl up together in my bed, and Evie asks "Cuddle?" Oh, she has the sweetest voice. I drape my arm over her little body. Then she whispers "Hush, hush." Those words are from her newest favorite song, Mermaid Lullaby, and they are my cue to sing.
I love this song, and especially the first two lines:
Hush, my little darlin',
You've had a busy day.
As I sing, Evie settles into me and calms down. I watch her in all her drama as she squeezes her eyes shut. Her little eyelids flutter for awhile, and then her breathing evens out. In just minutes, she's in dreamland.
This week, I've been so exhausted that I've drifted off, too. I can't explain how sweet it is to sleep next to a child. Evie is so small and beautiful and warm and cuddly. We curl up together for an hour and a half, until I hear her rustle the covers and her little voice pleads "Out!"
Even though we're sleeping, it's precious time. I adore it.
And, no matter the expert opinions, I don't think there's anything wrong with that.
7 hours ago