Will You Take It For Me?

Childhood innocence and brilliance can be stunning.

When Noa is falling asleep, she frequently has a mini-bad dream in that brief space between being awake and being asleep.  When that happens, she’ll say to me,  “Mom, I just had a bad dream.  I want to give it to you.  Will you take it?”

I, who am snuggled in next to her, always respond.  “Yes, I’ll take it for you.”

“Sank you,” she says, and promptly drops off to sleep.

What a simple way to deal with scary things.