Last night at 2 am my 10 year old little man burst into our room crying from a nightmare. I’m scratching his back picturing monsters and instead he tells me this story.
A man was kicking me and hitting me in our hallway but I could not scream for you because of my asthma.
My heart broke- this wasn’t childhood fantasy fear- this was real life fear. This is his everyday fear- no air- feeling helpless.
This isn’t a fear I can scratch his back and say, “Monsters aren’t real- go back to bed.” This is his reality. This monster is real.