I remember when I was little I was convinced there was a monster under my bed.
My parents told me not to worry, there wasn't- they promise.
It was my biggest fear at that young age, even though it was so silly.
They kept telling me I'd be fine;
and I always was.
How did they even know?
They didn't have to sleep there.
But somehow they always knew and it was only a matter of time until I did.
Eventually, I stopped worrying if my arm was hanging over the side of the bed.
Eventually, I liked having the door closed instead of open a crack.
I started to see there was nothing to be afraid of.
Mom and dad were right.
I love that it's my turn to be mom.
I get to be the one to calm fears....
no matter how silly.
