Anonymous wrote:…when elementary aged-grandkids come to visit. We did not cosleep growing up and I find this a little weird. She insists on “overnights” and genuinely loves the idea of sharing a bed at night. Is this just a grandmotherly thing?

Anonymous wrote:OP here. We’re all American. Kids go along with it because she acts like it’s a really special treat and something to be excited about. Which then feels weirder to me, but I am open to hearing experiences of people who coslept when visiting grandparents. Perhaps it’s a sweet bonding experience or something.

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Anonymous wrote:That’s just weird Op, unless you live in some multi generation hut where all 10 people get out mats and sleep on the communal floor every night.

I wouldn’t want my kids after age 4 thinking sharing a bed an adult is normal or kosher at all. I feel the same about kids sitting on adult men’s laps or greeting their legs stroked by grandpa after a swim. Bad precedent for a manipulative coach, teacher or less savory adult who attempts it with ill intent.

It’s not weird, lots of people do it. I often spent the night at both of my grandmothers and shared the bed. Maybe you don’t want to do it or the kid does and that is fine but lots of people are fine doing it.

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Anonymous wrote:I loved sleeping with my grandmother. We would chat, say prayers, and then she would listen to talk radio on her little transistor radio. It was all fascinating!

It is a problem, however, letting your kids think it's ok to share a bed with an adult relative for no particularly good reason. That can go very badly for some although not typically with grandma. Perhaps it is not worth the risk but that would also include not sharing a bed with their own parents.

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Anonymous wrote:I slept with my grandmother when I was little. It was fun because she had so many night time rituals. I remember she would make me a cup of warm chocolate milk, insist that I brushed my teeth with a toothpaste that tasted like cloves or fennel, make sure that I washed my feet, hands and face at night and rubbed some kind of rose smelling cream on my hands and feet I slept. It felt luxurious and very grown up. She had a lovely room. Very feminine. She would brush and braid her hair. Use satin pillow cases. Had body pillows when body pillows was not even a thing. Had . one large pillow that was triangular that you could prop yourself against. Also had sofas and recliner in her bedroom. Lots of talcum powder. I slept until I was maybe a teen. She passed away a few years after I got married. I loved her. She smelled like the most wonderful blend of spices. How? She was soft and delicate and smelled amazing. Very fastidious.

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Anonymous wrote:I loved sleeping with my grandmother. We would chat, say prayers, and then she would listen to talk radio on her little transistor radio. It was all fascinating!

It is a problem, however, letting your kids think it's ok to share a bed with an adult relative for no particularly good reason. That can go very badly for some although not typically with grandma. Perhaps it is not worth the risk but that would also include not sharing a bed with their own parents.

Anonymous wrote:I loved sleeping with my grandmother. We would chat, say prayers, and then she would listen to talk radio on her little transistor radio. It was all fascinating!

It is a problem, however, letting your kids think it's ok to share a bed with an adult relative for no particularly good reason. That can go very badly for some although not typically with grandma. Perhaps it is not worth the risk but that would also include not sharing a bed with their own parents.