It reminded me of my doll. The one that scares the living. I don't know about monsters and the dead. I refuse to think about it! LOL.---
I thought I'd share the photo with my Mom, so I sent her an email saying...
Hey Mom, I thought I'd sent you this so you'll understand why I love (my doll's name) so much :)
The next thing I knew, I was reading a loooooooooong email from my Mom about being shocked that I was a very scared child and feeling guilty that she didn't realise that I was seeking protection from a toy. She even went as far as saying, she should have asked me to sleep in their room.
Great. While trying to be cute, I managed to stress my Mom out!
I quickly explained that it was meant as a joke and that I was never scared of monsters coming for me at night.
I was tempted to add that I was sometimes scared as a grown up--especially a few weeks after watching Sixth Sense and driving home that night I saw White Noise, but decided against it. I didn't want her to feel like she was oblivious to my supposed needs. Plus of course, I'd be just teasing.
My mom replied that she initially thought it was a joke, but somewhat wondered if I was revealing a childhood fear.
I can imagine that as a Mom you should be ready for anything. Ready to listen to a child, no matter how seemingly silly her issue is.
At this age, my Mom still feel perhaps like I am that small child who can't sleep without her doll.
You know what? Maybe I still am :)
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(I'd post the source as a comment as soon as I am able to make out what it is.)
