My 5 and 7yo girls still sleep happily in bed with me, dh is in the futon crammed alongside ours making one huge bed (we have one huge bedroom!)
So, today our girls decided to divide all the clothes and make their own bedrooms and mommy was to sleep with daddy on his side again. They were so excited. My 7yo was going to have a room all her own and sleep there (this from a girl who doesn't even like to play in that room--she likes company somewhat nearby. I am privately skeptical.)
DD1 came to me, shuffling a bit and grumbling and mumbling something about a furnace. It was nearing bedtime, so I kind of guessed what this was about. I asked her if she had changed her mind about the bed. She nodded. I told her that was OK, she could sleep wherever she wanted. No one was kicking her out of bed, and no one was making her stay.
She lit up and said "I think I just need to grow my own furnace! I like sleeping next to you, mama, because you're warm!" She hopped out and rejoined storytime.
5yo dd2 was a bit disappointed that her sister was rejoining her. But then she thought she would sleep in the little bedroom. We transferred all her important items to the bedroom. She snuggled under the covers as I tucked her in and said "Nighty-night! Sleep tight! Sweet dreams...." Then a kiss.
As I walked out of the bedroom to get ready for bed myself, she popped up and said "That was all I wanted to do" and came crawling back into the Big Bed.
Part of me was glad. I had slept with these girls since they were babies, and as ready as they had seemed, I really enjoyed snuggling with them. But I guess that's the roll of a mother, isn't it? Letting go when the time comes?
I lay there in bed with them, dd1 with her warm legs propped on mine, dd2 holding my hand. It was still light out though it was 9:00. We looked out the window at the tree, the birds coming and going. I was ready for the girls to go, but I'm glad to be snuggling now. We all drift off....
Round about 1:00 am, dd1 kicks me and grinds her knees into my back. I push and shove her into friendlier sleeping position. I accidentally squash dd2's long hair and she wakes briefly with an loud "OW!" We get back to sleep, but this time without all the dreamy illusions of perfection.
Reality strikes. Paradigm shift has been averted.