I feel sometimes that my job is not to raise him but just keep him safe. He has no fear. I love that about him. I wish I could be so fearless. But some events are not caused by his daredevil ways.
It gets cold in Alaska. I bet you didn’t know that. Anyway, we have electric baseboard heaters and small rooms. It makes it difficult to find a place to put Noah’s bed. (He sleeps on a Twin mattress on the floor) Consequently a corner of his mattress touches the heater. This also adds a gap between the wall and the bed because the bed can not lay flush to the wall. And here is another issue, Noah rolls around at night, a lot. This is the main reason he is in a Twin by himself. So, lots of pillows along the walls to keep his cute head from getting hurt.
In the morning, and during his “I need mom” moments I find these pillows on the floor, in the middle of the bed and on the heater. I fix the pillows and go back to bed. One morning while fixing the pillows I notice that there is a little discoloration. Upon closer examination I find the the pillow is toasted, like a marshmallow. I check out the other pillows and find the body pillow that has a zipper is not only toasted but has holes burned through. I almost start to cry. There would be no way for me to protect my son while his bed is burning
That instant I move the bed around. I am thankful for the angels but I can’t depend upon them 24/7.
Here is how is bed is set up now. His too small clothes are his headboard and his book shelf sits behind that. Pillows still everywhere but it would take a lot of moving to get it on the heater again.
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