Get the feedSkin
Friday, May 15th 2009
When Austin was four, he was afraid to go into his room alone. He’d hover around the doorway, before darting into the room to grab his Batman toy and running back to the safety of the hallway, exhaling deep relief.
After a while, it got old.
“Please put these in your drawer,” I said one day after having enough of his timidity, shoving a basket of socks into his little hands.
"What do I do if I get scared?"
I was astonished at how frequently he asked the same question. I reasoned with him, explaining that I was in the next room, I’d gone into his room and showed him that monsters weren’t, in fact, living under his bed. On that day, I was bereft of any new insight.
“If so, just pray. God will be right there with you.”
He reluctantly took the basket, and sheepishly responded, "I'd rather have someone with… you know… skin."
After a while, it got old.
“Please put these in your drawer,” I said one day after having enough of his timidity, shoving a basket of socks into his little hands.
"What do I do if I get scared?"
I was astonished at how frequently he asked the same question. I reasoned with him, explaining that I was in the next room, I’d gone into his room and showed him that monsters weren’t, in fact, living under his bed. On that day, I was bereft of any new insight.
“If so, just pray. God will be right there with you.”
He reluctantly took the basket, and sheepishly responded, "I'd rather have someone with… you know… skin."
Nancy French
Nancy French is an author, commentator, and mother. Her next book, about the year her husband spent in Iraq is due out July 4, 2011. Connect with her on Facebook at www.facebook.com/NancyAndersonFrench and follow her on Twitter at https://twitter.com/nancyafrench.
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