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.