This season Manulife is creating a movement of gratitude and paying it forward kindness during the Christmas season. We hope that by sharing our stories (as varied as they are) of #LifeAdvice and #gratitude we can amplify the conversation and encourage more people to think of sharing these types of kind gestures over the holidays.

Life advice sometimes comes to you in funny ways, and while some of our stories may seem a little strange, they all contain advice that we feel strongly about. BLUNTmoms is here to show that even on a bad day, there is something good that can occur, and that simple things sometimes make the biggest impact in your life

When my oldest son was two, he stopped sleeping through the night.

He had been sleeping reliably since he was six months old, and even when we transitioned him from his crib to a bed, his nightly routine remained unaffected. I thought I had all the answers, until one night when I was about six months pregnant with my second child, my son crawled out of his warm, familiar bed, padded down the hallway in his favorite footy jammies, and scared the daylights out of me by whispering my name from the shadows beside my bed.

Once I realized that he was not, in fact, a specter from a horror movie, I gently walked him back to bed, kissed him goodnight, and fell straight back to sleep… for about an hour until he reappeared by my bedside with the same confused, sleepy look on his face as before, like he had no idea what he was doing there but was drawn to my bedroom like a moth to a flame.

I once again dragged my exhausted, swollen body out of my cozy bed and chaperoned him back to his room. I gave him a drink of water, asked if he needed to use the potty, returned his favorite blankie that had fallen out of bed, kissed him goodnight again and begged him to stay in bed until morning.

He did not.

He returned to my bedside six times that night and at least three times every night for the next two months. The heady combination of sleep deprivation and standing on the precipice of another six months of night feedings, colic, and teething, was causing me to panic. I tried every piece of sleep advice I could find: I put him to bed later, I put him to bed earlier, I stopped giving him water before bed, I read him stories about children sleeping in their beds, offered him incentives (otherwise known as bribes), threatened to take privileges away, I begged and I pleaded.

Nothing worked.

Night after night, he appeared by my bed and asked me to walk him back to his room. I was overwhelmed with guilt and shame over the fact that I’d somehow ruined my perfect sleeper forever. I was angry at myself for failing to solve the problem and frustrated with him for not feeling more remorseful for his transgressions.

He was almost three years old, for crying out loud; he was supposed to be past this stage.

Then one night during his 3:00am visit, I turned to him with tears in my eyes asked him why he kept coming out of his room every night. I’m not sure I expected him to answer, but rather the question burst out of me, unbidden, like a sob or a wail. He looked at me with his big, bloodshot eyes from months of broken sleep, placed his hand on my face and said “Mommy, I just missed you.”

I felt the breath leave my chest. I folded him into my arms and pulled him into bed with me. As I held his tiny body close to mine I realized that there weren’t many years left that this child, who was so recently a part of me, would yearn for me the way he did at that moment. Someday soon he would go to school, make friends outside our family, spend nights away from home, start dating, go to college, and I would be left at home wondering how he had grown up so fast.

I laid there for an hour that night watching him sleep with his little hands curled around my arm, which had fallen asleep long before but I didn’t have the heart to move, before eventually carrying his heavy body back to bed for what felt like the four thousandth time in the last couple months. Only this time I wasn’t frustrated with him or obsessed with the hours of sleep I’d missed. I looked at his peaceful face with only love and longing.

His once chubby cheeks had started to lean out, and I could see the boy my toddler was becoming. He was growing up before my eyes, and in that moment I would have sacrificed any amount of sleep to freeze him just the way he was: innocent, sweet, and so full of love for me that he missed me even in his sleep.

He continued to wake in the night for a few more weeks before eventually wearing himself out to the point that he slept through the night, as if by accident. Suddenly the spell was broken and he stopped getting up almost as quickly as he had started.

I can’t say that I was sad to lose his night visits, but I never again felt resentful of his soft footsteps or hushed voice calling me out of my dreams.

My advice to you is: don’t get so caught up in the pro-advice and expectations about what a child should be doing at any age that you miss out on this other important life lesson–to cherish the love and dependence a young child has for his mother. There is no equal for it.

Someday I will be dreaming of those moments, in my quiet house, wishing I could once again feel his hands tugging mine to walk him back to bed…just one more time.

Visit the Manulife blog for more details on what they are doing to share gratitude this month, or pop onto the #LifeAdvice hashtag on Twitter and start sharing the best life advice YOU have received! 

This post is sponsored by SPLASH Media Engagement on behalf of Manulife. 

@Manulife is asking you to spread some positive by thanking those in your life who have given you great #LifeAdvice. Take a moment to #PayItForward by thanking someone important to you.

Mary Widdicks
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Mary Widdicks is a 31-year-old mom to two boys and is expecting the birth of her first daughter in February, 2015. Being outnumbered in the family means that sometimes her voice gets drowned out by fart jokes and belching contests. She started Outmanned so she’d have a place to escape the testosterone and share her hilarious life with the rest of the world. Mary’s writing has been featured on popular parenting sites such as Mamapedia, Mamalode, In the Powder Room, Pregnant Chicken and Scary Mommy. She has also been honored as a 2014 Voice of the Year by BlogHer, and Badass Blogger of the Year for 2014 by The Indie Chicks.

4 Comments

  1. I was so touched by this post! It was always a point of contention between my now ex-husband and I, that I let our son into our bed. You just put into words the love I felt for our son and how soon I knew it would be over. I separated from his father when he was 13 and he slept with me every night for 2 weeks afterwards. It had been years since he had done that. There was no way that I was going to tell him no. It’s been 4 months since we separated and he stills sleeps with me the first night he comes home from his Dad’s. Nothing trumps a Mama’s love 🙂

  2. Alison Tedford

    I love that my son still crawls into my bed. I miss it when he’s at his dad’s and I miss it when he sleeps through. Even if he’s like cling wrap some times.

  3. Aw! I love the nighttime toddler snuggles even though I also love sleep and kids who stick to routine. But… it’s OK to veer a little from the routine. He won’t be asking to sleep in my bed forever, so I’ll cherish it while I can!

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