And then he had another night terror. It has been a year or so since his last one. And it is absolutely terrifying, not to mention exhausting. He woke up in the middle of the night in a freaked out rage, with eyes that looked more goat-like than human-like, and he yelled and screamed and hit and kicked and demanded waffles. Yes, waffles. The last time he demanded food in the middle of his night terror, too. But this time we had just been talking about waffles in the evening before bed, so that idea was still on the tip of his consciousness. It all made perfect sense and no sense at the same time.
Luckily, the next day was a stay-at-home day. One that was very, very clingy. And very slow and sleepy. One that involved going to the store first thing in the morning for a waffle maker and making big platefuls of fluffy homemade whole wheat waffles. With lots of maple syrup. We spent the morning filling our bellies and calming our minds. We spent a long day just being together. This mumma tried to take a big, deep breath and wrap her little one up with as much love and strength as I could. Knowing all along that the next day was another school day, but that on this day we got to stay home together and eat waffles. 
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Ohhhh...this breaks my heart :(
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