I've been thinking a lot about co-sleeping, our culture of shaming it, and how families in most parts of the world sleep with their little ones for many years (including me and I think I turned out okay).
Despite sleeping in her own room since she was about 100 days old, Yuna has been struggling with sleeping alone in her room since our recent vacation. That, plus the time difference and the daylight savings, have been extremely challenging. Instead of the nightly 2+ hours of stories, songs, threats, negotiations, tag teamwork, heartache, stress cleaning (think Monica), lots of tears and finally falling asleep at 11 pm (and us at 2 am), tonight at bed time, I simply brought her into our bed to help her fall asleep next to me while daddy had some work to do.
We sang a few songs and chatted in the dark. When I asked her what she wanted to be when she grows up, she said she wanted to be a star and asked me if I wanted to be the moon. Her innocence just melted my heart.
Within one minute of us in silence, in complete darkness, without her Frozen nightlight or any of her dolls, she fell into slumber. I don't know our long term plan, but I can tell you this. She fell asleep calm and happy with her tiny fingers holding mine, and my heart, rather than aching from enduring her deep, sad cries, is full tonight. And I feel like I could indeed be a full moon when I grow up.