A week on our floor

For the last week we have had our home painted inside.

It has been hectic surrounded by chaos, however I have been relishing in the fact that all five of us have been camping out in our lounge room together. Mattresses have taken over what was floor space, pillows are all over the floor and I could not be happier. I heart so much falling into slumber surrounded by my loves. Listening to all their rhythmic breaths and holding each other close. Mr.Kypo and share a single mattress and then separate to snuggle into our babes. I never imagined loving anything as hard as I love my family.

Mr.Kypo and I have joked over the past few days that we should rearrange our home so we call can slumber in the same room. Our older two babes, whilst they love our camp out, this arrangement won’t suit them daily. ‘What would our friends think?’, one questioned.

Whilst I like to think opinions don’t matter and I would hope my babes would fell the same way, we are influenced by them. I remember someone gracing us with their opinion about co-sleeping. I didn’t request it, I listened to it, smiled polielty and then pondered in the last few words. ‘Good luck getting them out of your bed, they will still be sleeping with you at 13’.

Our girl is over 13 and I wish I slept with her more. This week I watched them all sleep. I could still see ‘little’ in our boys, that innocence I used to see when I would wrap them as babies. The innocence I wish I could bottle up. Our girl, when I watched her sleep that, ‘little’ wasn’t there. I could see the teenager in her and I could see what she would look like sleeping as a young adult. I was washed over by her beauty.

I regrettably wish that at the start of my motherhood journey I trusted my intuition and wasn’t wavered by peoples opinions. I am blessed that somewhere along my motherhood journey I found my intuition. I will continue to sneak into their beds at night and with our youngest, I will never rush him out to leave our bed.