*Last night, past her bedtime, Isobel was beside herself- crying and upset over the possibility that she might have a bad dream. She just couldn’t settle herself and it was getting later and later. I tried to assure her that there was no reason to get upset; that if she had a bad dream she could handle it, that there was no real way to control what dreams you have, and then I gave her some suggestions of things to think about in case she did have a bad dream, so she would have something happy to put in her mind. But she was overtired, and there was no reasoning with her. When I had finally calmed her down and left her room, she fell asleep instantly.
First thing this morning, our alarms go off, Is bounces out of her room; on her way to the bathroom, she calls in to me…*
“Mommy, it was totally not worth crying and all last night. I slept and didn’t have any bad dreams!”
“Told you so.”