Wipe it away
>> Saturday, November 15, 2008
Declan stirred in the wee hours this morning, fearful and clearly upset about something.
I asked him what was wrong and he wouldn't say, only crying "it's only a dream, right mommy? It's only a dream? I want it to go away."
I held him and told him yes, it was only a dream, that we could imagine something else and wipe it away. We thought of outer space and flowers and playgrounds.
He grabbed my hand and wiped it across his forehead three times, anxious to rid himself of whatever was haunting him. Then he recovered and fell back asleep quickly.
He had no memory of it later today.
I wonder what was going on in there.
3 comments:
I think the most crushing thing about being a parent is the inability to kiss away their psychological pain. I'm amazed at how helpless I feel over things like bad dreams.
I'm constantly amazed by his mind. Outer space has always scared the living bejezus out of me.
Deb - Amen, sister.
Bob - Me too! I'm just waiting for the day when the reality of a lot of what he knows about space sinks in for him.
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