Annabel woke up in the middle of the night, scared and crying. She'd had a nightmare. She was so upset, I was sure only the scariest of monsters could've invoked such a dramatic reaction.
Patting her comfortingly, I asked "What was your dream about, honey?"
Through the tears, she managed to tell me. It was the recurring dream she'd been having since she was little (er...littler). In this dream she's walking through the Walmart parking lot, holding my hand, when out of nowhere a bird swoops down and Boom! steals her stuffed animal.
I know it's serious to her and pretty terrifying, but it still makes me smile. I must be doing something right if her worst fear is something so innocent. There are no monsters in her dreams, no boogeymen, no bad people. I hope it never changes.