Dear Cot, thanks a million you’ve been a good friend. My step up from a Moses Basket you helped my mummy no end.
Your bars kept me safe and away from harms reach. Even the thought of escaping I never did teach. My cot protected me and kept me lovely and warm. All tucked up in a ‘gro bag’ after I was born.
My mummy remembers laying me down at night, adjusting my legs so I was positioned just right. And rubbing my back when I was unsettled and crying. And watching my breathing, I was so small there’s no denying.
I’ve grown so much in these past three years, I could have stayed in my cot – I had no arrears. But now I’ve been evicted and it’s time that I make the transition, I hope it doesn’t put my folks in an awkward position.
With no bars to keep me contained during the night, they hope I don’t appear in their room and give them a fright. Waking them up from their slumber with a whispering ‘mummy’. It seems strange that at night-time I will be free to be funny.
And now I’ve got a big girl bed to rest my weary little head. I snuggle up in my duvet cover and read books with my mother. I love my new big girl bed and prefer much more than the other. So ‘goodbye’ to my wooden brown cot, my mummy will miss you lots and lots.
Another chapter of our life together has ended and another has started we’re all excited about this item which has departed.
Goodbye cot… ‘ello big girl bed.
Love Bella X