What does it mean to you? At the end of a long day, whether it’s been amazing or perfectly disastrous, what does it mean to be able to crawl under the covers and snuggle up to your pillow, close your eyes and rest? When you’ve traveling, what is the one “thing” at home you usually miss first? For me, it’s my bed. When I get home from a long trip I usually throw myself across my bed and actually tell it how much I’ve missed it. I bet I’m not the only one.
Now picture your child’s bed (or your own bed as a child.) Does it look something like this?
Or this?
Or possibly even this?