I've finally come to accept that the parents who look like they know what they're doing are only putting up a good front. The truth of the matter is, when it comes to raising our kids, we're all just feeling our way into uncharted territory.
Back in the spring, I wrote about how I began co-sleeping with my son, Felix, who was then on the verge of 4. He's officially four-and-a-half now, and my nighttime position remains the same. After reading next to my wife, I kiss her goodbye and head to Felix's room, where I sleep in the bed beside his sleeping nook - he has a cozy nest of pillows and blankets on the floor. Every night, at some point between midnight and dawn, he crawls into bed with me.
Obviously - do I even need to say it? - this is not ideal. For starters, there's a woman slumbering in the next room whom I'd rather be cuddling in the early morning hours. When Felix comes home with a cough or sniffle from school, he passes it right to me as he snores in my face. And duringRead More »from I Co-Sleep with My 4-Year-Old — And That's Okay