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It always astounds me as to the different dynamics of people's families. Mine is bat-shit crazy, but that's because we are so insanely in love with eachother that we want to be in eachother's lives every part of every day. And we are mean, and loud, and judgemental, (just plain mental really). But we're completely and totally the people eachother call 5 times a week to make sure we're staying in everyones lives.
I don't know what I'm really trying to get at here but yesterday Josh told me that he had never crawled into bed with his Mom when he had nightmares growing up. He had never "slept in the middle." And that just made me very sad. I can't imagine not waking up from a nightmare, tiptoeing to my parents room, crawling in between and having my Mom or Dad stroke my hair while I told them about my dream. I was asleep before I even got to the scary parts. I loved waking up Saturday and Sunday morning and crawling into bed with my parents, fighting with the other 3 for room and just giggling over cartoons while Mom and Dad drank coffee and read the paper. I remember being 6 and falling asleep holding hands with Denise protecting us from the monsters. And even when we were older Mark would drag his matress into the girls room to fall asleep watching movies (and then we would kick him out for snoring), and I would wake up with Mary in my bed because she was scared by "House on Haunted Hill."
Am I crazy? How did you grow up?
I don't know what I'm really trying to get at here but yesterday Josh told me that he had never crawled into bed with his Mom when he had nightmares growing up. He had never "slept in the middle." And that just made me very sad. I can't imagine not waking up from a nightmare, tiptoeing to my parents room, crawling in between and having my Mom or Dad stroke my hair while I told them about my dream. I was asleep before I even got to the scary parts. I loved waking up Saturday and Sunday morning and crawling into bed with my parents, fighting with the other 3 for room and just giggling over cartoons while Mom and Dad drank coffee and read the paper. I remember being 6 and falling asleep holding hands with Denise protecting us from the monsters. And even when we were older Mark would drag his matress into the girls room to fall asleep watching movies (and then we would kick him out for snoring), and I would wake up with Mary in my bed because she was scared by "House on Haunted Hill."
Am I crazy? How did you grow up?