The Night I Finally Understood Why My Daughter’s Bed Felt “Too Small”

stuffed animals—until one morning she asked, with shadows under her eyes, whether I had come into her room during the night. In that moment, instinct replaced logic. A mother knows when fear isn’t imaginary, and mine told me to stop brushing it aside.

Emily’s sleep grew lighter and more restless. She described feeling nudged toward the edge of the mattress,continue reading …