Last night, around 11:30pm, E woke up screaming in her room. "MOMMY! MOMMY!" interspersed with some frantic sobbing and hysterical crying, which immediately told me this wasn't her normal wake-up-whine-cry-and-get-someone-to-come-hug-me cry: she was having a nightmare. I came in and she had tears pouring down her face, sobbing incoherently, so I picked her up, rocked her, patted her gently, and told her everything was fine, Mommy's here, there's nothing to be afraid of. I asked her what was wrong and she said "my towel fell off my bed." This sounds funny, but she sleeps with a hand towel as a sort of security blanket. It hadn't fallen off the bed (it was just in a corner), but she must have been dreaming something awful and it involved her towel. Poor thing. I held her for awhile, gave her some water, tucked her back in, and gave her a kiss right before I was about to leave. E then grabbed my hand and said "Mommy, I not afraid anymore." To me, it just melted my heart. I was able to do something for her to make her feel more at peace, happier, and able to go back to sleep. This? Was a Mommy moment that makes all her crap at other times disappear.
Love that kid. <3
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