I've been struggling with this.
I guess the main reason being I'm scared they are going to get hurt. The back of the couch is the highest part and if they fall, they could break a bone or heck, crack their skull for all I know. I don't know how this works, but I do understand babies are pretty tough. The couch is partially on a rug that has carpet underneath it, but that carpet has wood right next to it. So, behind the couch there is carpet, but wood starts right next to it, so they are most likely to land on that. It's kind of the same way with one of the sides, wood surrounds it.
I know, some pople don't have any carpet in their house and have all wood floors. We will probably have our carpet pulled up at some point, but we actually left it when we moved in because we thought it would be more of a cushion for them learning to crawl and walk.
Anyways, I assume Knox & Sloane are at the age that they don't mind...because most the time, they choose not to. I can ask them to sit down on the couch like a "big boy" or "big girl," and while they may do it briefly, it doesn't last long and they'd really rather be up jumping or running from end to end. The chest doesn't bother me quite as much as the couch because the couch is cushy and unpredictable.
I'm not sure if the keyword here is unpredictable or not.
I know that taking the couch and chest out of the room would solve the problem, but I don't think that would teach any of us a lesson.
I'm having to learn that I have to have faith that they are going to be okay. I have to be able to leave the room and not worry they are going to smash their face when I'm going to the potty; I have to have faith that they will learn it's dangerous and my yelling at them to get down is only going to make my anxiety about it worse; I have to realize they are going to come across dangerous situations.
I keep thinking, though, they don't understand they will get hurt and surely I can teach them that. I don't think I can, probably not at this age.
They are going to be out in the real world, without me, before I know it. While I kinda feel like I've kept them in a shell for a year and a half, it's been my shell. I had two babies after my first baby died. I really think I've done relatively well not being a constant worry wort, although when I am, I feel it's justified.
I need to feel that I have no control over their every second....because I know I don't. I don't need to feel like if they break a bone when I'm watching them that it's my fault. If they break a bone at school, it's not the teacher's fault or any other student. It's life and things happen.
I hope I'm teaching them things each and every day, even if it is letting them fall. I hope they have faith that someone is watching over them even if I'm not there.
Falling is part of the real world, and though I won't intentionally let it happen, I know I can't protect them from it every second of my life because it is their life.