A Crib No More

Wyatt started sleeping in a new bed this weekend and, knock on wood, it was not a big deal. In my mind, moving him from a crib to a "big boy bed" was going to be the death of sleeping until 7 and brought great risk of losing his 2-3 hour afternoon rest. So far, neither is the case. In fact, I had to wake him up at 7:30 this morning because a new sitter was there and I thought they'd need a proper introduction.
I think it was good that it was a spur of the moment decision. Garett built the frame a few weekends ago but it wasn't until 6pm on Friday night that we all decided he'd spend his first night in his new bed. My parents were over and brilliantly suggested we take down the crib. That really sealed the deal and made us all commit. The only tricky thing was Wyatt getting out of bed and turning on the light. But we just turned off the light after he was asleep.
I was convinced that Wyatt changing beds was really going to throw off his stellar sleeping habits and that both of us would be worse for the wear. I'm reminded of the wisdom of Jesus when I worry excessively. Do not worry about tomorrow. It sounds so easy but is increasingly difficult for me as a new parent. I have very little margin in my life (I mean, I have a pretty limited amount of energy so I try to be very intentional about how I exert it, as intentional as I can be with a two year old boy.) so I am fearful about making changes with Wyatt that will significantly impact my ability to be his mom. I clearly feel a little more in control than I really am...which leads me back to Jesus' wise words.
As for the space below his bed, I'm picturing it as a cozy reading nook but it's far more likely that it will end up as a garbage truck storage area or a helicopter landing pad. What would we do without Garett and his amazing design/build abilities?