Only A Bad Dream
This afternoon, my daughter did the unthinkable–she took her nap for three hours. Not that I’m complaining, I had three hours to myself in silence. If you have experienced that before, you know that it can be pure bliss.
Unfortunately, the perfect day came to a screeching halt when she woke up from her nap crying. It wasn’t from me leaving her side because she was still latched. She had a bad dream.
As a mom, I would like to think that I can shield her from everything. Do the best that I can so that nothing and no one harms her. But when it comes to bad dreams I feel so defenseless.
Since my daughter is two years old, I can understand that it is hard to distinguish reality from fantasy. In her mind, all her dreams would be real.
If there was ever a reason to not want to go through childhood again, this would be one of them. I’ve already had my share of waking up in the middle of the night thinking I had to study for a final.
For now, all I can do is hold her tight, wipe away her tears and tell her that it was a bad dream. That it’s okay to be scared because it felt real, but it was only a dream. I can do this until she calms down and feels better.
When was the last time your child had a bad dream?