Good Boy Bed

Miles thinks his “big boy bed” is actually called a good boy bed. I don’t know how that happened. I really never did tell him he’s not good until he sleeps in it. He just sometimes gets mixed up and it always makes me smile. So he’s in his “good boy” bed right now as I write this. I have a knot in my stomach. Mostly because it’s one of those undeniable not-a-baby-anymore moments. He’s a kid now. He’ll even tell you so. I can’t believe how time has gone. I realize I say that a lot but that’s because it’s so true. I remember the bassinet and then the pack and play. And then I remember how well he slept the first night in his own room in his own big crib and how I felt sad that we were “so far away” from each other. Then we needed to lower the crib mattress a couple of times as new milestones were reached. First when he could pull himself up and then even lower as he grew taller. He sure has loved that crib. He’s been a good sleeper ever since he started to sleep in it. He didn’t want to give it up either. He’d say “after awhile” whenever I’d suggest he start using his “good boy bed.” So we gave him more time, knowing that his Asher adjustment called for a little time before any more big changes. But today was the day and he, so far, is handling it like an old pro. He excitedly got in the bed and chatted with himself for a couple minutes and hasn’t made a peep since. He said “I’m not going to be afraid of dark, mommy.” So often he has so much more strength and maturity than I think is possible. I want to keep him a baby. Oftentimes I imagine he can’t understand things that he can and isn’t ready for things that he is definitely ready for. So I learned today that I should always give him the benefit of the doubt and try not to hold him back. No, I won’t rush things, they go too fast anyway. But when it’s time, it’s time. He’ll be just fine even if I think the change is too much. He’s a really “good boy”that little guy, sleeping in his big boy bed.