A few weeks ago, I wrote a post about my daughter's fears of the dark and being alone in certain rooms of the house. I wanted to write a status update.
The past couple of weeks have shown varying signs of both progress and regression. Yesterday morning, for instance, my daughter woke up and came immediately into my bedroom. She hadn't completed any of her responsibilities. I escorted her back to her bedroom and stood there while she got dressed, made her bed and so on. Regression.
Last night, after getting ready for bed, she came to give me one last kiss (I was downstairs). She was very reluctant to go back upstairs because the hallway was dark. (Never mind the fact that she had just walked in that same hallway, opposite direction, to give me a kiss.) I turned on the lights for her. She looked up at the hallway, looked back at me, closed her eyes, took a great big deep breath, and calmly walked upstairs to her room. Yay! Progress.
Then in the middle of the night, she was up numerous times because she was scared. Boo! Regression.
This morning, she entered my bathroom while I was getting ready. She was fully dressed and proceeded to tell me she had completed all of her responsibilities. Woohoo! Progress.
The struggle is real. Parenting is hard.
We're both doing our best. My daughter is doing her best to fight her fears while I'm doing my best to support her in a loving and empathetic manner. Some days are better than others...for both of us.
Be open to what comes.