I’ve found some of my most emotionally bonding moments being able to sleep in the same bed with my children. There’s something deeply, emotionally satisfying seeing them safe and within arms reach. Hearing them sleep peacefully and perhaps getting used to their body odor.
I get the sense that the Western tradition of separating kids from parents beds to short circuit one of our most primal, human connectedness potentials.
But then again, not getting kicked in the face has its advantages too.