Pagan Parenting: Puffed Up With Pride and Love

I’ve been trying to get baby girl used to sleeping in her crib.  We’re reluctant co-sleepers* but it’s not been terribly stressful in the summer.  We hardly keep any blankets on the bed.  All the same, I pray to Brighid for protection each night.  (To be fair, I would do that no matter what!)  I would like to have her sleeping mostly in her crib by winter and, so far, the baby steps we’re taking have started to bear fruit.  I’m able to have her sleep there for longer periods.  As Bee has grown, and her sense of sight has improved, she’s able to see the mobile I made for her.  Early this morning, just as the sun was peeking over the horizon, I moved her to her crib to see if I could get a few hours of sleep in a more comfortable, less guarded position.  She was sleepy acting but also awake.  Bee spent a long time just starting up at the mobile, babbling at it.  I saw her grin a few times, too.  It made me feel really good that she finds the mobile interesting and enjoyable.  When I made it, part of its purpose was for protection and nature awareness – but I also wanted her to like it.  Now that I see she does, it makes me feel amazing.  Those simple, gummy grins have been the most fulfilling compliments I’ve ever received as an artisan.