We All Go Away Too Quickly Sometimes
What am I doing up at 3 AM? I am sitting in my son's doorway while he falls back to sleep, of course. This is actually the second time tonight. I assumed he was fully asleep about 15 minutes ago, walked away, and then he came back upstairs crying for me. I won't do that again. I'll wait here for twenty minutes then go in there and give him a good shake. If he's asleep, he's very unlikely to wake up.
Why do I have to sit in his door? Is it for fear of the boogie monster? No. Is he afraid of the dark? Not really. Fear of the national debt and dependence on foreign oil? Nope. No, it is because of wolves. Sometimes, apparently, there is a wolf in his room. Like the Big Bad Wolf who huffs and puffs and threatens pigs and girls in red. I have tried to explain that he is being silly and he has nothing to fear, but I don't know how much that actually works. In the end, I normally just sit in his door for a while.
I can't help but indulge him on this though. I honestly and truly remember having similar fears as a kid. Mostly they were brought on by scary movies and I feared things like aliens, ghosts, monsters, and republicans; still, I distinctly remember being terrified that there was an owl in my room once. No joke, an owl. That memory alone inspires me to sit in this doorway when my kid has a bad dream or scary thought at 3 AM.
Why do I have to sit in his door? Is it for fear of the boogie monster? No. Is he afraid of the dark? Not really. Fear of the national debt and dependence on foreign oil? Nope. No, it is because of wolves. Sometimes, apparently, there is a wolf in his room. Like the Big Bad Wolf who huffs and puffs and threatens pigs and girls in red. I have tried to explain that he is being silly and he has nothing to fear, but I don't know how much that actually works. In the end, I normally just sit in his door for a while.
I can't help but indulge him on this though. I honestly and truly remember having similar fears as a kid. Mostly they were brought on by scary movies and I feared things like aliens, ghosts, monsters, and republicans; still, I distinctly remember being terrified that there was an owl in my room once. No joke, an owl. That memory alone inspires me to sit in this doorway when my kid has a bad dream or scary thought at 3 AM.