I also think of how a little bee has changed my big spirited
daughter. In my last blog I had expressed how my daughter Rachael had calmed down, and
for me it was safe to assume that she got stung, it had hurt, and that was the end of it. Well,
that is what I thought until I noticed something different about my daughter.
Namely, she won't go outside. Well okay, that’s not entirely true. She will go outside to the car, or outside of the car to a building, but nothing more than that. You would think that I am raising a modern day Rapunzel for the way she stays confined in places. The cause of this isolation from outside? Bees. She is traumatized of them.
At first I just thought that she just overdramatizing, she is a child after all, and children tend to overreact. I changed my mind though after what happened at a birthday party she went to over the weekend. It was her good friend’s party and I sent her off telling her to have a good time. When I came to pick her up though I learned of her “good time.”
Well, it actually did start off as a happy occasion. The birthday girl opened her presents and all her friends were excited to see what she received. Next was cake time, and what child does not enjoy themselves eating a piece of super sweet frosting on top of spongy cake? Then it came time to go outside and swim, and that’s where things got a little soggy.
Apparently my daughter got ready just like the rest of the children, she even put on a swim suite. When it came time to go outside though, she froze, then refused to go outside with the rest of the children. The birthday girl’s mom tried to coax my daughter outside, but nothing prevailed. Why would my child not brave the outside world? Yep, because of bees.
What I also have come to learn is that her fear is not a fear of bees alone. Her precise fear is that these black and yellow monsters are after her. Like the moment she steps out the door after her.
That explains a lot, but at the same time it explains nothing of what I am going to do to teach my daughter that going outside to get some fresh air is not dangerous.
The pumpkin bread is now done baking and out of the oven. The house smells warm and inviting, a place to come and relax, a place to be at peace. But as I look across the room to see Rachael playing by herself because she again refused to go outside, not even the smell of freshly baked pumpkin bread can case away the worry in my mother’s heart.
Namely, she won't go outside. Well okay, that’s not entirely true. She will go outside to the car, or outside of the car to a building, but nothing more than that. You would think that I am raising a modern day Rapunzel for the way she stays confined in places. The cause of this isolation from outside? Bees. She is traumatized of them.
At first I just thought that she just overdramatizing, she is a child after all, and children tend to overreact. I changed my mind though after what happened at a birthday party she went to over the weekend. It was her good friend’s party and I sent her off telling her to have a good time. When I came to pick her up though I learned of her “good time.”
Well, it actually did start off as a happy occasion. The birthday girl opened her presents and all her friends were excited to see what she received. Next was cake time, and what child does not enjoy themselves eating a piece of super sweet frosting on top of spongy cake? Then it came time to go outside and swim, and that’s where things got a little soggy.
Apparently my daughter got ready just like the rest of the children, she even put on a swim suite. When it came time to go outside though, she froze, then refused to go outside with the rest of the children. The birthday girl’s mom tried to coax my daughter outside, but nothing prevailed. Why would my child not brave the outside world? Yep, because of bees.
What I also have come to learn is that her fear is not a fear of bees alone. Her precise fear is that these black and yellow monsters are after her. Like the moment she steps out the door after her.
That explains a lot, but at the same time it explains nothing of what I am going to do to teach my daughter that going outside to get some fresh air is not dangerous.
The pumpkin bread is now done baking and out of the oven. The house smells warm and inviting, a place to come and relax, a place to be at peace. But as I look across the room to see Rachael playing by herself because she again refused to go outside, not even the smell of freshly baked pumpkin bread can case away the worry in my mother’s heart.
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