Today’s post was intended differently but duty as a parent called.

 

Wild Boy was afraid to go to bed by himself for the last two nights after watching a TV movie (with the equivalent of a G rating) about a minor league baseball team who takes on a young autistic pitcher.  The movie overall was as squeaky clean as you can imagine but there was one scene where the pitcher gets beaten up by some members of an opposing team.  WB has not been able to get this scene out of his head and has needed me to help him relax enough to go to sleep.

 

The rational part of me tried to talk Wild Boy out of the fear.  I tried to help him understand that there was very little chance of anything or anyone that would hurt him in any way like what happened to the pitcher in the movie and he turned around and said, “Mom, haven’t you ever just been scared?  I’m trying to make the thoughts go away but they won’t.”

 

So instead of writing the post that I intended to write, I took care of my nearly second grader and soothed him to sleep.  He held my arm, kissed my hand and snuggled next to me until he fell asleep.  It’s a powerful and beautiful thing to realize that you have the ability to make someone feel safe and secure.  As a professional, it’s a skill you develop but as a parent, a friend and a human being, it’s a gift that’s given to you.

 

love

 

What has someone done for you that meant more to you than that person could ever realize?