Nightmares

Earlier this week I woke in the middle of the night after a bad dream. The dream involved Austin being lost while we were out shopping. The kids and I went to the bathroom and when we came out he wasn't with us. Then I stopped at the post office to buy stamps (???) before we tried to find him, so of course we couldn't find him. Then I woke up. To make matters worse, my husband was out of town so I didn't have anyone to snuggle with or comfort me. So I made the rounds to check all the doors and all my kids beds to tuck their blankets around them, give them a kiss, and of course make sure they were still there. I hate the feelings of helplessness and stress and worry nightmares like this stir up inside.

So last night when Nyah came in our bedroom in the middle of the night after a bad dream I felt far more sympathetic about it than I have in the past. Usually I escort her (or whoever) back to their beds. She didn't want to tell me about it, so the theory of "talking about it" to help her feel better went out the window. Kurt told her to go back to her bed, instead I grabbed a sleeping bag and she climbed in. She went to sleep without another thought about her nightmare. Sometimes its nice to know that being her Mom, and being within reach, is all it takes.