
Last night Byron had a nightmare. Our kids rarely have bad dreams, I don't know if Ethan has ever had a bad dream. It's funny because Byron doesn't get out of his bed, he just says, "Mom!? Dad!?" really loud. He got in our bed for a few minutes and then I made a bed for him on the ground at the end of our bed.
Growing up I usually had my own room and whenever I would have a bad dream I would whisper to one of my parents while they were sleeping. They would tell me to lay on the ground at the end of their bed. It's so funny how much comfort I got just being by my parents after being soooo afraid of what I just dreamed about.
I think there are a lot of things I do that my parents did with me growing up. I guess this is one of them now. Hopefully our kids won't have too many bad dreams in the future, but if they do. They get the floor. I can't sleep with kids in our bed. :)



