January 5, 2011
On Being Scared of the Dark
In all her 3 and a half years, Hannah has only found her way to our bed in the middle of the night because of feeling scared twice. Last night was the most recent episode. She joined us at 3:30 am, Richard told me later, and slept soundly with us for the remainder of her sleep. There were four in the bed and the little one said…
Tonight after a song, tucking in, and kisses, she informed me that sometimes she feels scared in the night because she thinks of “the mean people.” I know all about feeling scared in the night. As a youngish child, I was too frightened to use my own bathroom so I used my parent’s bathroom instead for my nighttime pottying and helpfully informed my mom of my coming and going each time. Occasionally I would snuggle in their bed, but my mom spun a delightful line about my own sheets feeling so cool and fresh and how she would tuck me in like an envelope. I never lasted long in their bed.
Partly because I envisioned a crowded bed again tonight and partly as an attempt to quiet her fears, I said a special prayer to ask Jesus to come near and to send his angels to help Hannah sleep well and safely. Her eyes lit up and she grinned. “Are the angels already flying close?” Yes sweet girl, they are.
Dawn said,
January 17, 2011 at 1:48 pm
Very sweet thought from Hannah!