"Be not afraid!"

My darling youngest (ex utero) child is beginning, I think, to feel the tectonic plates shifting already: He is going to be a big brother very soon.


While this is mostly good and wonderful news to his sweet two-year-old self, a milestone event like this can't not involve some trepidation.

So he is expressing his hesitancy, and doing so in curious ways.

Our champion-sleeper is suddenly having frequent night wakings. He cries and cries and wants Mommy-only-Mommy, so even if I ship Patrick off to ease him back into slumber, I hear the crying continue and realize he'll remain inconsolable until I waddle into the boys' room and sing verse after verse of whatever soothing song I can think of as he drifts back into sleep.

Meanwhile, he is waking up earlier, too, -- at about 5am -- and I have 'programmed' him to want and expect to crawl into our bed at that hour. I am too lazy / tired / pregnant / what-have-you to think of a better way to get him back into sleeping in a little (and by "sleeping in" I mean, 6:30. Or 7am. My pre-mom self would have never guessed how I define a good night's sleep these days. Back then, I neeeeded 9+ hours of sleep every night, and "sleeping in" happened until 10am. Ha. HA!).

I do wonder how this needing-Mommy-all-the-time business will fly when I have a new baby... y'know, in less than two weeks.

(I am actually due in only three days! But it's possible I could go up to ten days overdue... that is, before the obstetrician puts his foot down and schedules a cesarean birth. So... pray for spontaneous labour, please?).


His getup for playing Mass

But more adorably, and certainly more curiously, is his newfound fearfulness.

I suppose it sounds cruel that I am endeared to my child's fears... but given just what he has expressed trepidation towards, you might agree.

In no particular order, in the past three weeks Isaiah has expressed a fear of:


1.
Noah's frog-shaped fishing bait.



He's terrified of it, actually.


2.
Father Brown

(Sadly, I couldn't find an image of the particular book cover that freaks him out. 
But every time he sees it, he says 
"Father Brown a bad man!")



3.
Streetlights


He's only taken notice of them lately, 
because now that the days are shorter, they're on at dinner time. 
He looks out the window, makes an unhappy face and says 
"My not like streetlights!" over and over. 
So... odd.


4.
Mother Teresa


Terrifying, isn't she?




5.
Catherine Doherty




I had to tell my dear priest-friend, a member of Madonna House, about this one. 
He laughed and told me Isaiah wasn't the first person to be afraid of her!


*****


My dear little one, I hope you understand that very soon you won't be The Baby anymore.


But you will always, always, be my Baby.
I love you, Isaiah Brendan Joseph!

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