Co-sleeping and Night Time Parenting
For months now I’ve been writing a post in my head about why we eventually choose to co-sleep. I wanted to write about why I struggled with that decision, why I eventually decided it was the best thing for our family, and about the relief, rest and sanity that it’s brought to me. I wanted to write about why I now would never consider doing anything else with my future children and why I would encourage others to co-sleep as well. Maybe someday I’ll still write that post… but today I want to share with you another post, a post that made me cry, a post that I connected with so much I could have written it. Connected Mom writes this beautiful post about Four Lies Sleep Trainers Tell You (And One Truth They Won’t!)
If you’ve ever struggled with a baby who just won’t sleep the way “they” tell you that your baby “should”, well, I encourage you to read this post.
I want to close by sharing a poem that Connect Mom shared at the end of her post. I thought this was absolutely beautiful, and inspiring, and SO encouraging! This is for all you mama’s out there who, like me, continue to struggle through sleep deprivation.
Everything which endures can
only do so because Eternal
Consciousness gives it a sentience.
A mother who gives herself
completely to her infant meets
herself in the dark and finds
In the hours between midnight
and dawn, she crosses the
threshold of self-concern and
discovers a Self that has no limits.
A wise mother meets this
Presence with humility and steps
through time into selflessness.
Infants know when their mothers
have done this, and they
Who, then, is the doer? Is it the
infant who brings its mother
through the veil of self-concern
into limitlessness? Is it the
mother, who chooses to hold
sacred her infant's needs and
surrender herself? Or is it the
One, which weaves them both
through a spiraling path
You can sit and meditate while
your baby cries himself to sleep.
Or you can go to him and share
his tears, and find your Self.
By Vimala McClure, from The Tao of Motherhood
Rejoicing in the journey - Bethany Stedman