Afraid of the Dark

Hugging through life

Sometime shortly after my son turned five he developed a fear of the dark. I would be putting him to bed at night and he would bolt up and say, “Mommy, what’s that dark thing over there?” to which I would respond, “Oh, that’s the blanket that rests on the chair.” Five minutes later he would ask about another shape and three minutes later the folds of the blankets would scare him.

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