I am a huge fan of bed tents, I always have been. Maybe because my mom wasn’t too keen on the moving of furniture and disrupting of bed covers that went on when I had the urge to make one? I continued to make them anyway of course.
Having children meant that I’d have a reason to make them again. Hardly a day goes by that one of these temporary structures is not put together. I don’t go for anything more permanent because my children are…let’s say more rambunctious than I ever was in my bed tent. They last about a day, two days tops before jumping causes them to fall atop the pint sized destroyer.
And I don’t leave bed tents to the children’s bed rooms either. They’ve graced my bedroom, the living room even outside. Their location should probably change their name but I call them all bed tents anyway.
I have visions of beautiful,more permanent bed tents in our future, tents that stay up for all night reading sessions or friends sleeping over, for sister secrets. Bed tents made of multiple fabrics with stars hanging from their center.
Being the youngest of four sisters meant I practically grew up as an only child. My brother was the last born before I was and he was ten years older than me. I do have hopes that my girls will be close, that their future will entail sharing and all the things I wished for when I was young. Bed tents are what frame these moments in my mind.
