When Mara was ready for a big-girl bed at age three, Angela found a nice old wooden bed frame in a shop in Port Orchard, which for you outtatowners is a sweet little one-street port town across the Puget Sound from Seattle, several days’ hard riding in a saddle, a few hours by car, an hour by ferry. She found it online; it was the right bed, and it just happened to be in a little antique store across the Salish Sea. So we went there and brought it back. Mara’s little sister Millie turned four this summer and she was still sleeping in her crib. She loved her crib, even though when fully stretched out she was almost touching both ends of it. She loved climbing out over the rail every morning. Once in a while she mentioned that she’d like a big-girl bed, but it was more my own fears that we might somehow be stunting her psyche by delaying the transition that got us to start looking for a bed for Millie.
Angela went looking on Craigslist again, and darned if Millie’s bed didn’t turn up in an antique shop on the main drag in Port Orchard. It wasn’t the same shop — the one we found Mara’s bed in, sadly, is gone — but it was only a block away and on the same side of the street. Well, we know when we’re looking into the maw of destiny, so we drove over and got it. We spent a long afternoon in Ikea looking for mattresses for both girls’ beds, and decided in the end that the quality of the mattresses we could afford there wasn’t high enough for our princesses, and the ones we thought would be suitable and that we might suck it up and shell out for, even though they were out of our price range, they didn’t have in stock. Instead, we ducked into a family-owned store called Bedrooms and More in our neighborhood, and they treated us right, got us into some really nice mattresses at the right price. Millie fell out of her new bed twice the first night because she was accustomed to sleeping with her face right up against the wooden bars. We put pillows on the floor next to her bed and tucked her sheet in after that, but she internalized the boundlessness of her new nighttime environment pretty quickly, so the midnight thumping has subsided. And for the first time ever, we get to read bedtime books to Millie in her own big-girl bed.