"Mom, what are you afraid of?" Noah asked me a few days ago.
"Um," long pause by me. I know he was looking for an answer like; sharks, spiders, ghosts, or something of the like.
"I don't think I am afraid of anything Noah," I said still having to think. The questions they ask usually don't stump me. I can usually explain any question they have for me. After all of my animal & zoology classes I know that most animals attack out of fear or defense, not maliciousness. I don't fear animals or know what to do when attacked - not that I have ever had to put those into practice.
Noah is afraid of bad dreams.
Kade if afraid of ghosts and has a night light next to his bed that he calls his "ghost light." Even when he is scared and has to come and sleep with us he brings it and has to plug it in.
"I guess I am afraid of one of you boys getting hurt." I had to answer after alot of thought. What a scary thought that is. It almost sucks the wind out of me to even think about it. Not a fall out of a tree hurt, or a broken bone, but something that I can't fix or kiss better - like cancer, assault of some kind, or other things of the sort.
What are you afraid of?
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A child of your own or loved one getting hurt, brings tears to your eyes just thinking about it. That's why we try not to.
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