She mentioned that he still likes to sleep on the floor of their bedroom. And it wasn't all that big of a deal, but perhaps I was a bit surprised.
It's just that he had his own room, and he was an older boy now.
But what do I know?
It really wasn't until she told my the why, that I grew concerned.
"He's afraid to sleep alone. Just like me."
She admitted that she had a number of fears from her childhood, and now he had his fears too.
She had passed on her fears to her son.
Naturally, we want to share many things with our children, but here is one thing we do NOT want to pass on.
Our own fears.
Based on our own insecurities and bad experiences.
Maybe you're afraid of the water because you had a close call when you were a child.
Maybe you're afraid of being left alone because someone you loved left you when you were small.
Maybe you were afraid of the dark when you were young ... and still are deep down.
Now don't misunderstand me. There's nothing inherently wrong with being afraid.
But rather than sharing our fears with our children, we should communicate courage instead.