NO! NO! NO! NO!

As you can see the title of this entry is not the commonly spoken phrase of “No, No” – Instead there are four.

I had just curled into bed, conveniently waking my husband up just enough to get the nightly “ugh” and shoulder roll when I heard it. Those four words from our twins’ room. Was he having a nightmare, was he dreaming of someone trying to take him? I had watched an episode of 20/20 an hour before, so I immediately assumed it was the latter. I jumped out of bed, a million thoughts running through my mind. How was I going to comfort him, how would he know I was there, should I wake him? All of these thoughts in the 10 foot walk to their door. When I opened the door expecting to see this terrified little face, there he was, lying there, eyes closed - grimacing in a familiar way. Of course! He was probably recalling the 35 times his brother had torn his favorite dump truck from his clenched hands that afternoon.

As parents nothing is more terrifying than the thought of our child being hurt or scared. I went back to bed, thinking of my little guy’s first nightmare, or at least the first I knew about, it will not be the last I know – but still, as I walked back to our bedroom, I was already planning the “comfort” breakfast I would make him in the morning. “Piece of Cake” French Toast Sticks, with maple syrup for dipping of course.