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It’s been a crazy afternoon. The last few days when Adam gets home from school, all bad behavior breaks loose. There is a rebuttal for everything I ask. There is wild, hurtling of bodies and touching of many things that should be left alone. There is fighting and rough play that ends up hurting and just too much too much too much. By eight o’clock tonight I. had. had. it. They were going to bed at regular time whether or not they got to see daddy who was coming home late. <\/p>\n

A goodnight prayer and bedtime hugs and kisses and I felt like I could be a mom again. I heard sweet whispers upstairs. At least they weren’t arguing so I let it pass. Then I heard little footsteps in the hallway. “Mommy, it ooks ike dere’s a tocodile in my bed, but dere’s not.”<\/p>\n

Liam has suddenly developed fear issues. It started with a bang one night when he woke up screaming, sweating, and completely panicked because there was a black face in his room. It took hours, literally, to calm him completely. By then he had Adam freaked, so I slept with Adam and David took Liam to bed with him. The next day he had a full-blown panic attack coming up the steps in full daylight. I held him for awhile, read stories, and then for the rest of the day kept him right beside me without making a big deal of it. I thought it would be better to keep him with me til he wants to venture out then to separate us and have him screaming again. So everywhere I went I said, “Come, Liam, let’s go change the washer and dryer.” <\/p>\n

For the most part, it ended. Except at night. I talked to him the next day and told him what dreams are … that sometimes they are of scary things and we call them nightmares and sometimes they are good things, like maybe that we are in a boat fishing. And it feels and looks exactly the same as if it was really happening, but it’s not. It’s only happening in our minds. He smiled and seemed to understand. So now he sometimes tells me he saw an elephant on our front porch. And sometimes at night he says he is afraid of animals or that he sees them. <\/p>\n

Tonight my oh-so-weary-of-constant-rudeness-checks heart completely melted. <\/p>\n

“Do you want Mommy to come upstairs?” I asked in response to the crocodile statement.<\/p>\n

He said yes and hiked his brave little self back to bed even before I got there. I flipped the hallway switch to give him a little more light and flopped onto his bed. “Liam, shall I pray and ask Jesus to help you not see the crocodiles?” <\/p>\n

Liam: “Oh, yes. I p’ayed al’eady by myself, but it’s so dark the tocodile is still dere on du bed, but it’s not.”<\/p>\n

Me: “Would you like if I would pray, too?”<\/p>\n

And so I prayed. That Jesus would help his mind to rest. And that He would send angels of peace. No sooner was my amen out before Liam started his own little prayer. And like always, he thanked Jesus for everything instead of asking. “Fank ou dat du tocodile isn’t dere. Fank ou for sending angels. Fank ou dat I tould not be dared anymore. Amen.”<\/p>\n

I don’t know why in the world I thought I was tired of being mommy today. I could do this forever. At least until tomorrow afternoon when the after-school fiasco begins again.
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