THAT IS NOT TO JUDGE HOW YOU RAISE YOUR FAMILY.
This is what we feel is right for our family.
But, as much as we try to protect them, we can't always...especially because we choose to be involved in many various activities each week where Tom and I are not with our kids....though we know who is!
This week, at one of the places that we go weekly (that I LOVE LOVE LOVE), Libby was playing with a friend who told her about a monster that lives in her friends basement. She apparently went into a lot of detail and I am not entirely sure how they even had time to have this conversation. I was not in her class with her.
She was terrified.
She asked me about it all day long. I tried to brush it off and not make a big deal out of it in hopes that she wouldn't make to big of a deal out of it.
But then bedtime came....and there was a lot of crying and screaming. She was so scared and I have never felt so bad in my life.
We prayed. We sang songs. She started to calm down but was NOT going to let me leave her room.
And then her sweet sister (who fights with her daily, I might add), invited her to sleep in her bed.
Instant cure. Instant cuteness.
I've never been so happy that my kids have siblings. I have never been so glad that they share a room.
This might be permanent and I don't even care.
Its so cute. I am not sure how a twin bed looks so roomy.
As a mother, I want so badly to protect my children and the reality is that sometimes I can't. So, when we can't protect them, we need to do our best to make them feel safe.
I feel like we had just recovered from The Shed incident and now it will start over.
Isn't it supposed to be the baby that keeps me awake at night?
