After many sleepless nights on a mattress that dips in the middle, my husband and I decided that it was time we went shopping for a new bed. Jaded by our negative experience with a very expensive spring mattress that didn’t last nearly as long as we had hoped, we decided to visit the Sleep Number store at the mall. My parents purchased one of the adjustable, air-inflated beds about six years ago and have raved about it ever since.

During the past two weeks, we have visited and re-visited the store about four times.  My husband and I wanted to make sure we tried every option, found our perfect “sleep number,” and purchased the bed that would provide us with the utmost comfort for the next several years.

During our most recent visit, we finally came to a decision on the perfect bed, only to find out that it was just a bit out of our price range when we sat down to crunch the numbers. My husband and I were torn. Should we purchase a less expensive bed that we weren’t quite as happy with? Should we suffer through a few more weeks on our current “mattress” and wait for a better sale that could potentially save us a few extra hundred dollars?

My husband and I chatted back and forth, weighing our options, while our girls built block towers in the middle of the store. Unbeknownst to us, our 5-year-old was actually listening to our conversation and made her way over to my husband and I as we sat at the counter mulling over the paperwork.

“You can have all the money out of my piggy bank,” she said with a smile. Do I even have to tell you that my heart melted?

“Oh honey. Thank you so much. But that’s OK. We want you to keep your money,” I told her as I gave her a big hug.

“No I’m serious,” she told us. “I’ve been meaning to clear out some room in my piggy bank. I have too much change in there!”

“That’s a good problem to have,” I told her. “You keep your money.”

That 60-second conversation with my daughter was one of those moments that I will always cherish. It was one of those moments that everything going on around us – the noise, the pressure to make a decision, the disappointment – disappeared, and all I could think about was how much I loved and adored that beautiful little blue-eyed girl sitting in front of me.

My husband and I left the store shortly after our daughter’s touching offer and decided to wait until the end of February to make our purchase. In just a couple weeks, my husband and I will get our new bed (barring no more issues). But the comfort of that bed will be no match for how proud I feel to be the mom of two amazing little girls.

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