There is Nothing to Be Afraid of (or why my kids are such scaredy cats)

Written by Emily

My kids have moved onto nightmares and bad dreams as the reason they’re waking up at night, which is actually good for me because I was running out of medical explanations for our sleepless nights. In circles of sympathetic ears, I’ve been known to grasp at straws: “Teething. It’s definitely teething. Given the tilt of the earth’s axis combined with the barometric pressure this month, the fifth tooth on the right is probably due any minute. It’s a painful one.”

Nightmares, though, we’ve entered a whole new territory, a territory so frightening that my littles will pee themselves right out of those dreams, which adds exciting drama for all of us. And who isn’t looking for a little extra drama in the early morning hours? Am I right?!

I rarely know what has scared my cherubs because they don’t always have the words or the desire to paint the picture of their terror for me. So I cuddle them up and whisper stories in their ears. While I lean into them and they lean into me, my eyes adjust to the darkness and I scan their room.

I want to weave stories about the friendly faces, the toys like characters in Toy Story that would defend them and protect them and go to great lengths to be near them, but in the shadowy black and gray I see …

Blinking Eyes

No. Not my children’s blinking eyes. Doll eyes. In the daytime those glassy eyes with lids that clink when they open and close are fun. The thick dark lashes add to their realistic charm. In the middle of the night with the darkness all around, one beam of moonlight playfully shines on the surface of those maniacal, vacant eyes.


Sweet dreams.

A Flea Market Baby

The antique doll from the flea market seemed like a special treasure when the sun was shining. Memories of a simpler time played in my head as I handed it to my girl, who smiled with out-stretched arms. At night, I wonder where that baby has been. I wonder what a toy doll who’s witnessed generations of heartache is capable of.


Probably nothing, right?!


A Prayer Pillow

A dear relative tucked a precious gem in with Noah’s baby shower gifts. We kept the memento, a little pillow with the embroidered words: “Now I lay me down to sleep.” With the lights out, I’d rather not hear the child’s voice that emanates from that pillow and plays as the background chant of every scary movie trailer to every horror movie I would never see. I’d rather not think about that. It’s too adorable.

“Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep…”

Plastic Parts

Barbies, Princesses, Kens: they’re so much fun for a jaunt with a daytime imagination. Huddled in the shadows, piled in a heap it’s not like they resemble horrifying remains in a horror flick or the gruesome suggestion of a twisted plot in a film noir. No. Never mind that they’re all naked.


Toy Soldiers

With the lights on I’m not against tearing things up with plastic playthings. Go ahead, kids, hash it out on the field of your imagination, so those emotions don’t eat you up from the inside. No harm. No foul. Get at it. I’m sure the kids put that soldier there at the edge of the dresser facing the bed with its loaded gun. Silly kids. Who cares that these very men sought revenge against a grown man in a Stephen King short story? The little one under the pillow? He was there all along. And that one and that one and that one, too. Now, go to sleep.


Hush now, my sweets. There is nothing to be afraid of.

11 comments for “There is Nothing to Be Afraid of (or why my kids are such scaredy cats)

  1. September 19, 2013 at 3:26 pm

    I absolutely love reading your posts, Emily! This is brilliant. You just wrote the next movie that I will never see! I am a SUPER scaredy cat;).

    • September 19, 2013 at 4:13 pm

      Thank you so much, Lisa! And I would be lying if I told you I’m not at all terrified of those baby faces. All toy boxes will be closed tonight 🙂 Thanks again for reading and stopping by to comment! You rock…seriously!

  2. September 19, 2013 at 3:41 pm

    hahahahaha – okay, now that was just freaky! I’m going to have nightmares!!

  3. September 19, 2013 at 10:02 pm

    I had to quickly scroll through the baby faces, they freak me out! My daughter has 3 fairy dolls that are super cute and whimsical during the day but look like 3 hung fairies at night…I try not to focus on it because I am a total scaredy cat too…especially since having kids!! Great post…i love your posts, so funny 🙂

    • September 19, 2013 at 10:06 pm

      I really did laugh out loud about the hung fairies! I am such a scaredy cat. Truly. I can scare myself about pretty much anything. In general, I think I might be a bit unhinged. The more I write, the more I realize it 😉

      Thank you so much for visiting. I just popped over to your blog, and I LOVE it! I will visit regularly for sure!

      • September 19, 2013 at 10:09 pm

        Great…thanks! I forgot to mention that they are actually hanging from the ceiling from fishing line, hence looking hung. Ha!

  4. September 19, 2013 at 10:09 pm

    Ugh…the dolls. So freaky!

    • September 19, 2013 at 10:09 pm

      Terrifying. Really terrifying!

  5. September 20, 2013 at 6:18 pm

    Hilarious! I HATE creepy dolls! But at the same time, I’m obsessed with them. But they can’t come in my home. I’m obsessed with how many places sell them (antique stores mostly) and I’m compelled to take photos of the worst ones and text them to my friends. You know. To be nice. muhahahaha. 🙂

    • September 20, 2013 at 6:54 pm

      Thank you! And if you do that with the doll pics, you will give your friends nightmares. Guaranteed! Have fun 😉

      They’re so creeeeeepy!

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