In my house, I have a snuggle cocoon. Whenever I sense one of my kids needs some mama time, or if someone (usually one of the Littles) gets hurt, I will sit down cross-legged on the ground, wherever I am, and say “do you need a snuggle cocoon?” 
I can’t recall a time when any of my kids turned me down on my snuggle cocoon offer.  They curl up in my lap, and I wrap my arms around them, and we rock and snuggle. It’s one of my favorite parts of my parenting journey.

I was recently INCREDIBLY blessed beyond belief for my birthday and Christmas. The events that took place are enough for a separate blog post. One of the gifts I was given was a special body pillow that I had posted about on facebook, coveting it hardcore.  I was totally surprised by this pillow gift, and from day one it has lived up to the hype.

My friends, I have never slept better. This pillow (used in tandem with my new weighted blanket from my mother in law) has become the most popular spot in the house. The kids clamor to snuggle into my little nest. 

It has also been dubbed My Cocoon. It’s a safe place. It’s a warm place. It’s a cozy place.

Cocoons have become special to me lately. I got to thinking that these last few months of my life, my kids and I have been wrapped in a cocoon. There were times where it was dark, and let’s face it, sometimes being in the dark can be kind of scary. But it was warm. It was cozy. And it was safe. 

My cocoon is made up of God’s grace, lots of prayers, and the unfailing love and support of my beautiful friends and family. We have been completely surrounded on all sides. Protected. Sheltered. Held together when we were so broken and would have otherwise shattered out in all directions.

There are miracles happening inside this cocoon. Beautiful changes are occurring. I can’t see them all yet, and neither can you, but I assure you a transformation is happening. 

I will not be the same woman when I emerge from this cocoon. 

But that’s the point.