A month or two ago, Jack started declaring himself scared of everything. One morning, while we were waiting for his babysitter to arrive, Jack said, "Scared Bethany." As much as I trust our babysitter, it gave me a little hesitation . . . could there possibly be something she was doing that scared him? I really do trust her so I put it out of my mind.
When I got home that afternoon, I heard Bethany say, "Mommy's home!" And I heard Jack reply, "Scared mommy." At this point, I realized that being scared of something was equivalent to not wanting to give up what he's doing at the moment.
Oh, side note . . . when I got home on Tuesday, Jack came to the bottom of the stairs, looked up at me and said "Go back work . . . Bethany stay." Awww . . . I missed you too, buddy.
Anyway, Over the last week or two, he's developed a real fear . . . of the dark. When he plays in the basement, BOTH sides need to be lit up or he stands at the bottom of the stairs saying, "Lights on pease" over and over until someone comes to turn them on. Even though turning the lights on in one side totally lights the other side, too. At bedtime, he protests turning the overhead lights on and clings once they're off . . . even with his lamp on. He WILL NOT go into a room that doesn't have lights on, even if there are plenty of windows with light coming through.
Tonight, Jack was saying "Too dark! Scared!" and we talked about how he doesn't need to be scared because even when mommy leaves, Jesus is always with him. We've talked about this before, but tonight we specifically included it in his bedtime prayers. I had him repeat after me when I said, "Jesus, help me not to be scared of the dark."
I left his room a couple of minutes ago, and I just heard him through the monitor saying, "Jesus, help . . . not . . . scared."
Melt my heart . . .
9 comments:
Oh my goodness...how precious it that?!
too adorable!!
I remember many moments like that with my mom when I was a kid. precious times. Good job, Jack's Mom!
Brought tears to my eyes. What a sweet little boy.
that is SO sweet!
what a sweetie!
i remember luke crying when i would come to pick him up at his sitter's house - he was probably about jack's age.
I want to be as good of a mom as you someday!!
And you have a fantastic kid :)
Melt MY heart! Oh my goodness!
that's so precious :) I was terrified of the dark when I was little, and slept with a PICTURE of Jesus holding little children underneath my pillow every night...sometimes I just held the picture in my arms...not so comfy, but comforting.
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