Your daughter is most afraid of fire right now.
Will this start a fire? she asks, about most everything. If I touch this doll to that chair, will it start a fire?
She's trying to figure it out. She's mixed up on her spontaneous combustion.
So you try to explain. No, a spoon against a rug will not cause flames to leap forth. No, not the book on the dresser either.
Maybe a hot stovetop or an electrical outlet or a mother who simmers on medium-low.
But none of the other things.
She fears fire like you fear disease. Like you fear loss of control. Like you fear invisibility.
And her list of concerns will grow throughout her life. They'll morph and fade and rear up again.
For now, though, it's just fire.
A mother who simmers...yeah, that might do it. ;)
LoveLOVElove the socks & shoes Kitty Cat is sporting!
Posted by: kcinnova | June 02, 2009 at 04:27 AM
Ahh, we know fears like this well at our house. My younger son comes by them honestly, via me. Sigh.
Posted by: slouching mom | June 02, 2009 at 08:23 AM
I like it when you speak volumes with few words. You've done it very well with this post, and I completely relate.
Posted by: Chris | June 03, 2009 at 07:34 AM
I love Kitty Cat's foot attire! And mother on fire is good. Sometimes. Hope the fears of fire end sooner rather than later...
Posted by: JCK | June 03, 2009 at 10:00 PM
My kid is afraid of electricity. All day long he asks me, Mommy, sis lectric?
Posted by: Nutmeg | June 05, 2009 at 04:41 PM