I don’t usually do the mommy blogging thing (not that there’s anything wrong with it!), but I wanted to share a sweet story from last night.
Five year old Z came into my room in the wee hours of the morning yesterday, because he had a bad dream about werewolves. I gave him hugs, reassured him it was just a dream, talked him into going pee, and tucked him back into bed safely.
So, last night, as I was putting him to bed, I said “I have something for you. Here is some magic dust,” and I dumped some imaginary magic dust into his hand. “Keep it in your magic pocket. It makes any dream monsters explode into a firework.”
He looked at me doubtfully. “That’s not real magic dust.”
If I’m one thing, I am quick on my feet. “That’s right!” I said brightly. “Of course it isn’t. It only works against monsters that aren’t real.”
He bought it. Whew!
Aren’t all monsters real when you are five? And then when you grow up reality turns monstrous?
I realize, of course, that you mean dream monsters vs. reality monsters – but at that age it was all a blur for me. Wait, it still is.
As long as you make it work for his monsters (and you clearly did), that is the most important thing:)
Love the magic dust idea. I’m saving that one for when I need it! Very adorable, non-mommy blogger.
I think I may have said it only works against dream monsters that aren’t real.
Yeah, reality is definitely more monstrous that fantasy right now. I would much rather be dreaming.
5 is a nice age. I am missing my 5 year olds, they have grown into a 25 year old and an 11 year old.