I got a new bed today. Few may understand the significance in this.
There were lots of trends that came along with being a minister’s daughter more than 15 years ago. I never had my own bed. My brothers and I grew up in parsonages. In our denomination, a “parsonage” was a home furnished and owned by the church at which mom or dad was the pastor. They were fully-furnished. Dining-room tables, washer-dryer sets, pantries, bathtubs or walk-in showers and furniture. Even the lamps were provided. We didn’t have to really be interior decorators since the home had already been designed by the women in the church.
So for my entire life, I’ve slept in someone else’s bed. Sometimes it would be a beautiful queen-size, where I would stand on top and scream at the top of my lungs for my mother to come and comfort me from the bad dream I just had. Sometimes I got a regular-sized bed, sometimes just a twin-size.
At one house my mother and I lived in, the church bought all the furniture at a factory-outlet store. The sleeper sofa went out after a couple of years. At the same time, my bed started going out on me. So I went off to college to stay in the dorm, and sleep on a bed provided for me by someone else.
Since then, my beds have been hand-me-downs, usually with no headboard, and I even slept in a tiny twin bed for 11 years as an adult before a friend moved in with her fiance and gave me her old poster bed and mattress. Sadly, the purchase of a new Simmons Beautyrest mattress could not keep the frame from breaking down. When it did just that for the last time, I migrated to the futon in the living room, where I slept until the dog woke me up or mom came in and turned on the news.
But a couple of weeks ago, we headed over to the Ashley Furniture store and I found this gorgeous bed that had storage underneath. It was made with real wood. And it was sturdy. And it had shelves. And a supporting back. and it looked regal when it was installed.
So I’m here. In this bed and on this mattress that I picked out myself. After nearly 34 years of sleeping on whatever was given to me.
Coincidentally, today is also the day I experienced some bad circulation-related nerve pain and started filling up my pill divider with aspirin to take each day. I’m growing up.
But I still want to be read to sleep.