As parents, we’re constantly forced to make decisions about what we want and don’t want for our families. What’s right or wrong for us.
Quite a while ago, Matt and I decided that our kids weren’t going to do sleepovers (outside of staying with family members, of course) for the most part: we’ve made an exception for one family we know very well, but that’s it. I know that makes us unusual, and for me, I just don’t care how rare it is. It’s what’s right for us.
And honestly, our boys have not expressed displeasure at our decision in the least yet.
However, it’s still fun to sleep in a sleeping bag in the basement or living room when you’re a kid. Occasionally, Matt will “camp out” downstairs with the boys, or put the tent in the backyard. However, we knew it wasn’t going to work over spring break (inside or out, as it’s currently 28 degrees), so the older two boys took matters into their own hands this evening and decided to sleep downstairs. Jack Henry was not only invited, he planned on sleeping down there, too, until the very last minute when his eyes brimmed with tears and he changed his mind (I actually love reminders that he’s still little, because he seems more like a big kid every day).
I snuck down a few minutes ago, turned on a light behind me, and got this quick pic to remember it by…
Brothers are awesome.