My dear friend over at Abandoned for Life wrote about how her boys were so excited to sleep out in a tent in the yard with their Aunt Suzanne, but it was not long after they settled into the tent that her preschooler came running into the house crying. The tent experience was too much for him at his young years and his mother tucked him into his inside-the-house bed. Another friend whom I work with told me a similar story of her husband tenting in the yard with their boys and neither of them lasted the night.
I can remember when my youngest child was embarrassed when she still needed a night light in her room because she was afraid of the dark. She’d wake up in the middle of the night scared from “night terrors”. I had never heard of them before, but they are a bone fide medical diagnosis. She would scream and when I would go into her room she would be sitting bolt upright in bed, staring straight ahead, breathing heavily and her heart would be pounding. She could never recall what scared her and I had to go through the ritual of checking under her bed and in her closet to be sure there was nothing hiding in her room.
For the past 3 days, I have been writing about the bombing of innocent civilians in the Sudan. Sudanese families are sleeping in caves for fear of government bomb raids in the middle of the night. They go to their homes in the day, but walk the 15 minutes to the caves for sleeping at night. They have done this now for the past two months in the Kordofan province of the Sudan. Having seen friends and family from their small villages killed by the bombs, the children must be so very scared.