I like to be cuddled. I’m like an overly needy kitten or lap dog. Or anthropomorphic teddy bear. However you want to look at it, I want to be warm and snuggled at all times, including when I sleep. This is not a recent development. My mother calls me a heat seeking missile. If I fall asleep near you, I will find a way to use you to warm myself. My husband doesn’t mind, but when we were little, my sister definitely did.
When I was about three and my sister started kindergarten, we were still sharing a bed. Now I don’t want you to think we were living like Laura Ingalls Wilder or something. We both had twin beds. They were just tied together and covered with a king sized sheet. I loved the arrangement. It meant that if I couldn’t sleep, I didn’t have to stand up to wake my sister up to entertain me. It also meant my own personal heat source.
Unfortunately for my sister, her head was my favorite source of heat. I liked to curl up on her face to sleep. My mother would come in in the morning, and my sister would be clinging to the edge of the king sized bed while my tiny toddler self slept on her face. I managed to get away with this near-suffocating sleeping arrangement until my sister started school. I guess something about my head-hugging was making it hard for her to get an adequate amount of rest.
One day, she came home after having again fallen asleep in school. My mother asked what was wrong, and my poor sister said, “Mommy, I am so tired. I can’t sleep ‘cause Megan won’t leave me alone.”
So, for the good of my sister’s kindergarten report card, my mother split apart our beds. It was a sad day for me. My feet had to touch the cold floor on the way to crawl into my sister’s twin bed when I couldn’t sleep. Life is tough for a toddler in their own big kid bed. But don’t worry. Once my sister started kicking me out of her twin bed, I started haunting my mother’s room at night.
A kid’s got to do what a kid’s got to do to find a warm place to keep their toes at night.