AAAUGH! SPARKLE! TRUCK/TRAIN! AAAUGH!

This is a story of my child almost being killed today, cut for length.  Everyone is okay and safe.  ( The drama, unfolded. )

I am much better now, but still shaken.  Sparkle has also been unusually quiet tonight.

SparkleVision is on Replay

It's 11:20 PM, and I am up with my weeping Sparkle and holding her as I type, she who is awake from a very bad dream.

I ran to her room when I heard her scream:  "NO!  STOP!  TRAIN TRAIN TRAIN NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" and she's crying for me and clinging.  She's more upset now than she was then.  Part of me aches with her.

The other part, the "mean" mommy part, hopes this sticks with her enough so that she's once burnt, twice shy.  I had my good, long cry on my darling husband's shoulder when he woke up for work this evening.  I never want to be so frightened again!

And in just fifteen minute's time, she has relaxed into me, her little arms wrapped around my neck, tears dried, and is drifting off to sleep.  The power of Mommy to make everything All Better.