From Mother to Son

When I was a baby I slept in my parents bed because there was really no other option. I do believe it is vital reason why I have so much trouble now being alone and sleeping alone now. As I got older I remember my daddy letting me squeeze on his side of their small full size bed. He never fussed, only pushed over so that his baby girl could snuggle.


Then I got older and there was no way that I would be fitting anywhere in that bed so I got desperate. I used to sneak into the living, which was right next to my parent’s room, and sleep on the couch. I felt safe, secure, and loved as long as I was right next to them. My parents soon caught on and started shuffling me to my bedroom in the middle of the night.

Well I just started taking matters into my own hands and decided that my little brother would just have to start sleeping in my bed. I was safe and secure once again. As you can tell I did not give up! My brother and I got older and our beds went from queens to full size and all that meant was that we wouldn’t be able to sleep side by side. We had a head at each end of the bed and snuggled all night.

Then I hit my teen years and my personality must have changed because I no longer needed someone to cuddle with each night.

Now that I am married cuddling is a must and I am always the baby spoon!

What this post is really about is the Tater Man and his new habit he is forming.

I put him to bed last night at 8:30 p.m., which is kind of late. Prayers were said, ABC’s and Numbers recited, along with some fresh cozy winter pajamas.

Mr. Randolph and I headed to bed after watching or DVR recordings at about 11:30 p.m. When I walked past Tater’s room I noticed his door was cracked open. I know I shut it each night. I didn’t think anything about and headed to my room. Mr. Randolph was right behind me as we walked through the room and turned on the side table lamp. We both looked at the bed and this is what we saw!

My heart just melted. I had a couple tears swell into my eyes. It wasn’t a sad moment but a moment of remembrance of my childhood. Mr. Randolph thinks it is because Tater’s bed is too small and uncomfortable and he is mostly right. I still would like to think and hope that Tater feels the same secure, safe, and love that I felt when I was a child.

The best part was when daddy went to put Tater in his room and realized that the kid had stripped off his bottoms and was going commando. Yep! All four of butts were there waiting for mommies pinches!