The other night, after awakening for some reason or another, I lay on my bed in the darkness, thinking about the global financial crisis and worrying about the world in which we’re bringing up our kids. After I got back to sleep, I was awakened again by three-year-old Callum, who seemed to be having a nightmare and was talking in his sleep.
“The ice cream truck,” he said, with panic in his voice. “It’s going away and we can’t find it.” He’s woken like this, sometimes screaming, a few times, but this is the first time he’s said something that coherently explained what was disturbing him.
“We’ll find the ice cream truck, honey,” I reassured him. “It’ll be OK.”
Such simple wants and needs. Hopefully we can continue to meet them easily for many years to come.
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