It was about 10pm in the night when I asked her to come and sleep. She was sitting near the window sill and reading her Dog Man book. Not that I’m very fond of that book, but she is.
When she finished her night routine and came back to bed, she was suddenly feeling scared. I wondered what only she would think at that point in time. Well, kids think just about anything they want to.
She lied down next to me, and as usual, I had to spread my hand for her to sleep on. It’s been like this for almost 4+ years now. I complaint to her that if I get a pain in the hand in the morning it’s because of her. She smiled and just said good night ma.
When she woke up today morning she told me that she was feeling scared because of the toy that I showed her. I showed her Chukky yesterday when we were returning from shopping. She told me that she doesn’t like that toy. It scared her, she remembered seeing that somewhere else.
I just laughed and said that we used to be scared as kids when we saw the movie. She was scared and she wanted me to hold her close. I did just that, but as we drifted to sleep, I turned the other side.
She is not fond of scary things, who is. Our minds play tormenting games. I just want to let her know that it’s okay to be scared and then it’s easier to let go of that later. She did her Kumon sheets yesterday before she went to sleep so she could enjoy reading Dog Man for sometime.
Waking up as late as 7.45am is the earliest she could do now. She told me, amma we never managed to go through the blog before we slept. I just smiled and told her that we could do it today. She wanted to start a food section in the blog because she decorated a pancake with chocolate and honey and berries. I liked her decor, but since I was hungry as well, I forgot the picture but ended up eating dinner together.
She doesn’t know all of this is going down in the blog. I wonder what she wants to know about the blog. I’m just glad I’m writing down whatever I want to, rather than wait to put down the thoughts like I did before
All I want to do is write so that I can read these later and cherish these memories.
It’s July 1st and when she woke up, she asked why is it not Aug 1st amma. I could only smile and tell her, that’s what you told when June was here. Be glad we’re already in July.