Please don’t let him be taken by aliens! Please don’t let him be taken by aliens! Please don’t let him be taken by aliens!
That’s how it starts in every movie, you know. The bright beam of light bursting forth from underneath the door….
In a panic, heart in my throat, I flung the door open.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
The lamp by his bed was turned on and he lay draped across the covers reading a book, completely and utterly engrossed. He did not even glance up. In fact, it did not appear that he had even heard me enter.
I know I should be mad. I should punish, him shouldn’t I? But I couldn’t. I just could not do it. I could not muster any anger. What I really wanted to do was jump up and down screaming for joy, giving him a high five followed by a fist bump, but that would send the wrong message, wouldn’t it? So instead I managed to maintain decorum as I insisted he go to sleep.
My heart sang, though, as I tucked him in and kissed his cheek. I want my kids to love reading as much as I love it. Reading will help them through the inevitable tough times ahead, a means of escape.
Secretly, I hope I catch him again tomorrow night….