Triggered by a scary scene from Bibleman – of all things! – Jackson has been afraid to go to bed the last couple nights.
I have had to snuggle and reassure him until he slowly settles in my arms and drifts off to sleep.
Part of me just breathes in the sweet six year old moments – a child still young enough to be comforted and soothed to sleep by his Mommy – and another part of me succumbs to fear myself for the days ahead when stroking his hair and kissing his cheek won’t be enough.
One day, his fears and challenges will be too real and big for a mother to fix. Life will come in full force. It will knock him down and what if I can’t – or I am not there to! – help him back up.
Life is scarier than any Bibleman video. When I stop to imagine all the horror that is happening around the world, while I tuck my children safely in their beds, it is almost to much for a mother to bear.
I wish God could tuck each one of His children safely in our beds, and stay with us, protecting and reassuring us until we fall asleep and wake up in Heaven. I wish that evil didn’t exist, that kisses really could make it all disappear.