Twenty minutes after we tucked her in and clicked the lights off, her tearful voice wavered downstairs.
“Mommy…..I thinked of something bad……”
It was a nearly nightly cry, and I was frustrated by having to fight the same battle yet again. It had been a long day, too; we had both been grumpy and I was desperate for some quiet. Still, I knew too well the power of even the most illogical thoughts once the lights go out. I knew she needed me, and I pushed the pile of mismatched socks off my lap and back into the laundry basket. Climbing the stairs, I could hear her crying before I was halfway to her room.
“What’s wrong, sweetie? What did you think of?”
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