I stayed out late last night hanging with friends learning more about totem animals.
So I got home late and didn’t fall asleep till about 1 AM.
Veronica woke up at 5:30 she was awake she wanted to watch TV. She had had a bad dream I could see that she was tired. I knew I was tired.
She had had a bad dream. I could see that she was tired. I knew I was tired.
So I tried to help her get back to sleep.
It was tough. She knew what she wanted, to watch TV. I thought I could help her get back to sleep she kept arguing that the sun was up.
I gave her some milk and graham crackers after 45 minutes. She still wanted to stay awake. Our bargain was she would try to sleep.
She started crying and said I don’t know how. So I held her on my lap. She lay her head on my shoulder. I told her the story of the tiger I knew, that this tiger was strong and powerful. And the tiger told me I was strong. Then she really started crying and said “I don’t feel powerful.”
I told her I thought she was powerful, but my heart was breaking how do I help her?
I wrapped My bathrobe around her and she quietly laid her head on my shoulder. I waited five minutes and then put her back in her bed.
We all slept until 9 AM
Of course Chris is still sleeping. But it reminded me of when she was very little, and how I am grateful that she mostly falls asleep on her own. I am sad that she doesn’t feel powerful.
Maybe she feels more powerful in the daytime, and less powerful right after a nightmare.