Sleep training is an issue and an important time in your kid’s development. It’s always tricky to get kids to go to bed in the first place, and for many parents, getting their kids to settle down and rest is another issue itself.
In any case, there are many different methods for parents to address sleep training; all of them difficult to implement. One mum, Kristin Shaw, admits she has a different approach to sleep training that works for her and her son: saying, “to hell with it!”
Shaw wrote in a post on TODAY of the cumbersome challenge she used to face when trying to get her son to bed. Eventually, the trouble led her to just allow her son to nestle up next to her; despite the fact that many other parents would consider this a parenting “no-no”.
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In short, Shaw discovered that she values her bond with her son too much to force him into sleeping on his own, and notes that she doesn’t care much for other parents’ assertions. “Bad habits be damned. I don’t want to miss one day — or one night — of this,” the loving mother writes.
While it’s easy to say that Shaw is making a mistake, and should work to correct this bad habit for the sake of her son, does she have a point? Are parents overthinking what are and what are not good sleeping habits?
If sleeping in his parent’s room helps her son sleep, who are we to critique her parenting? Isn’t it more important that her son get a sufficient amount of sleep each night? And, if he is, why does it matter how or where he’s getting this sleep?
Read Shaw’s interesting point of view and let us know if you agree with her idea of embracing this “bad” sleeping habit:
I give him the two-minute warning before we are to head upstairs for bedtime preparations. He always says, “OK, Mum” but when two minutes have elapsed, he dilly-dallies to the staircase. Nine times out of ten, I say, “Would you like to walk up the stairs yourself or should I pick you up and carry you?” before he will get to the bottom step. He then races to beat me upstairs.
We wrestle through bath time, and I try to contain the mess-making waves splashing from the tub as my son pretends to teach his toy dolphin how to swim. I chase him around the bedroom to wrangle him into his pyjamas, brush his stuffed puppy’s teeth and pretend the puppy has told me that it’s his turn for teeth brushing now. Sometimes, my patience wears thin, and I snappishly tell him to stop messing around.
He is only 6, I remind myself. When he is testing me, I take a deep breath and refocus.
Once we climb into the oversized, overstuffed glider I insisted we needed before my son was born — the same chair that my husband pretends to hate but secretly loves — we read. We read three books or more, and bedtime stretches over an hour. First my husband, and then me. I love to watch them together, the daddy and the little boy, discussing the finer points of Clifford’s antics or counting the firemen in a Little Golden book.
At lights out, we begin our nightly version of the fireside chat — what my friend Rachel calls Talk Time — with the two of us, my son and I, wedged tightly into that overstuffed chair. We talk about what he did at school, and for what and whom he is thankful. We dream about visiting his grandparents, and his aunts and uncles and cousins and friends. He names his school friends, and makes up stories that meander and stroll through the ever-connecting synapses of his little-boy brain.
Sometimes, we laugh at the silliest things I can make up. Or we talk to his stuffed animals and pretend that we are all having a conversation.
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Before I put him to bed, he drapes himself around me like a spider monkey and pulls his little hands through my hair. He kisses me and smiles right into my eyes, and it’s at that second that I take a mental picture. Snap. Don’t forget this moment. Snap.
It won’t be long before we’re discussing the birds and the bees and baseball scores and the kinds of cars he wants to drive. It won’t be long before he will not squeeze next to me for these nightly talks.
I hope that the door will stay open for talking. I hope I will do a good enough job building the foundation that he will be comfortable enough to come to me with questions much more serious and consequential than why the Raphael, the Ninja Turtle, wears a purple eye mask. I want to be an askable adult. Someone he comes to with questions.
It will be up to me to keep talking, but more importantly, to keep listening. When the questions start sounding more subtle, I must listen for the undertones, and be there to answer them the best I can.
This is why our monthly date nights are during the AARP special hours from 5:00-8:00, so we can get home and put our son to bed. This is why we haven’t taken a vacation away from our son yet. This is why I try not to over-schedule our evenings and say no sometimes to plans that take place during bedtime.
He is growing before our eyes; he is changing every night and every bedtime is a little bit different. I understand that bedtime can be very challenging when you’re juggling two or more kids with different bedtimes or different habits or preferences; bedtime with one child is easy. It has its moments of GET OVER HERE AND STOP DANCING ON YOUR DIRTY LAUNDRY and STOP SPLASHING ALL OF THE WATER OUT OF THE TUB but it also has a trajectory of relaxation. By the time we get to that big recliner for our chat every night, we’re both wound down and sleepy, snuggled in close together.
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After all of that, he will still wake me in the middle of the night, and he’ll call me to come and get him and bring him to bed with us. I half-sleep, waiting for his voice. He will snuggle in and we will all breathe the same night air as a family until he doesn’t want to join us anymore. Some parents have given me The Look and admonished me that it’s a bad habit; I shrug and ignore them. These are OUR memories and OUR time together, and we’re doing it our way. Throw away all of the books on sleeping and decide what works best for you.
I never thought I wanted to have a squirmy child in bed with us, and we started it out of desperation to get some sleep. He would keep us awake all night anyway, taking up half the bed by creating the crossbar in an “H” between my husband and I. Over time, it became a “bad habit” I learned to love.
When I awake before him and see his long lashes brushing his cheeks in the morning light, or when he wakes before me, throws a little arm around my neck and says, “You’re the greatest mama in the whole world,” I wouldn’t trade a second of it. Bad habits be damned.
I don’t want to miss one day — or one night — of this.
It may be unconventional–sure–but the relationship this mother shares with her son is only strengthened by not overemphasising the importance of sleep training. It may be considered a “bad” sleep habit by most parents, but to Shaw, it’s a chance for her to build on the bond shared between a mum and her son.
What do you think of Shaw’s stance on sleep training, parents?
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