After 40 years…the wait is over

I have to
I get to

Think about those two different statements for a moment. The former tends to fill me with anxiety or dread while the latter fills me with a sense of anticipation and excitement over an opportunity.

Ever since I was a little girl, I wanted a bunk bed. I was the only girl in a family of five growing up so my two older brother were the ones blessed with bunk beds and sharing a room for several years. I, other the other hand, had to sleep in a room by myself with no bunk bed.  The deprived baby sister!

I’m certain my brothers had a completely different perspective about this whole arrangement than I did. While they saw they had to share a room, I saw they get to share a room. And, on the flip side, I didn’t see the beauty in the sweet set up I had growing up. I had a room to myself!  My brothers and I had a case of the grass is greener over there.

As I grew up and envisioned having kids, I imagined bunk beds. However, the way it all turned out, my husband and I met a little later in life and ended up getting what some would call a “later start” trying to have a family.

We quickly had our son, tried to have another one, miscarried, tried again, and made multiple trips to a specialist. One day, after all (inexpensive)attempts at having a second child failed, God and I had a talk.

If You’re okay with this God…then I’m okay too.  And there was peace in my heart.

My only child has his own room. Up until now there has been no need for him to have a bunk bed.  Yet, over the years, he’s caught the bunk bed bug from me. As things have turned out, my son’s room is a bit on the small side in our new house. Bunk beds make sense in this environment. We picked out one with a futon on the bottom so that when a friend comes to visit he would have a place to sleep too. Yep…that’s our only-have-one-kid-bunk-bed-buying-logic and we are going with it!

The logical side of me knows that it’s a bit silly to hold onto this desire for bunk beds. Yet, after 40 years, I still get a little giddy over the idea of having one. In fact, if I thought my husband would go for it, I’d have one in my room too! 🙂

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7 thoughts on “After 40 years…the wait is over

  1. Chris Monahan

    I was an only child, so I didn’t experience bunk beds until my dad married for the second time. His new family had a son eight months younger, so I did use them when I visited. Once I even fell out of the top bunk. Didn’t really sour me — guess because 6 year olds are rubber and bounce back (rim shot).
    Anyway, here’s to your ‘dream’ coming true, sweet lady. And here’s to a few sleepovers for your son.
    Blessings.

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  2. Tammy Schaefer

    Eileen, it’s funny how two people can have a different perspective on the same thing. I was the only child for eight years and had my own room. When I was placed in the foster home, I shared a room with my foster sister and longed to have my own space. Wow, I got to see it from both sides and still wanted something other than what I had. Thanks for the reminder to shift perspective and be thankful.

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  3. Anne Peterson

    Nice post. My brothers had bunk beds. I shared a double bed with my sister for years. Then we got twin beds. That was nice. Thanks for a little trip back thinking about them, and the messy room they always seemed to have. 🙂

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  4. bill (cycleguy)

    We just bought one for “our grandson’s room” this past week. Had a futon on bottom and bed on top. He has yet to see it and already wants it for his room in Ohio. We told our daughter it would have to wait awhile. 🙂 As for your husband’s thoughts: not. a. chance.

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