Picture this: It’s not even 7 a.m. and I’m lying in bed still trying to make sense of my dreams. The alarm goes off but my husband hits snooze so I lie there, comfortable and half asleep, knowing that we still have 10 minutes until the alarm sounds again and our day officially begins. But then a scream from downstairs jolts us awake. My husband bolts out of bed and Will starts letting out terrified sobs. Ben, already up and downstairs, is panicked. Never hearing him act like this before I jump into the hallway and over to the nursery to grab Will while praying that all will be alright. I’m not sure what makes him react in such a way but the thought of an intruder crosses my mind. I’m petrified and prepared to call 9-1-1.
But then I hear Brendan say “spider”. A spider? And then I hear Ben share his story of what happened – he went to the washroom downstairs and saw a spider on the wall. I thought of calling 9-1-1 for a spider!
What a way to wake up. Exhausted from all of the commotion I scolded him and told him never to react that way again for something like that. He scared the entire household! My husband then turned to me and asked where I thought he got such a fear from. Oops. I didn’t realize my fear had such an impact!
Do your kids have a fear?