Funny enough, I was about to do a long bit on family beds when Academom blogged a bit on the subject. I really have no idea how to search other blogs to see if there are other bloggers that support the family bed, but I know it has done wonders for our family!
I don't think Mari would have ever survived as well as she did with John being in a dangerous place for such a long time if we hadn't continued the family bed. It's a security place for her. Naturally, she now has (and has for years) her own bed, but she knows she can come to our "den" when she needs that extra bit. I think that this also has helped her with nightmares and other scary things of the night because she's always known she can come in. Many times I have awoken to a lump next to me, an arm heavy in sleep flung over my stomach. It would be Mari; perhaps she even slept walked to our bed, but however she made it, she would fall asleep near me. This habit seems most natural and comfortable for all of us.
She's there now (as I should be), curled up near John, finally sleeping soundly after crying forever over Carlitos. I wanted to cry, but couldn't because she was. We had a report tonight from someone who said they saw him, but either he didn't want to come home or it was a hoax. We looked for 45 minutes to no avail. If it weren't for news of John's fabulous career change, I would probably be dusting the floor with my chin right now.
Maybe if I comb all my clothes, the rugs, and the couches, I can collect enough Carlitos hair to make a small ball....
Of course, that's a little weird because then I would have a ball of Carlitos hair...but no Carlitos.
I tried to make a deal with God (big mistake, as Hollywood always warns us). I said that I would give a whole week to the KerryEdwards campaign if Carlitos came home (alive). I don't think that God likes deals.
Still waiting for that familiar scratch at the door. That crash of breakables from the table, that ripping of rug with claws....
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