
First, a little back story.
The other day the girls and I were stopped at a light on the boulevard going to Gma's.
I wasn't paying much attention, but at the last minute I look over to my right and see a guy on his motorcycle looking our way.
Nothing creepy, just had his head turned towards us and was looking.
And that was that.
Almost to Gma's, I look in the rear view mirror and Camille's head is fully cocked to the left and looking in that direction. I ask her a question and she tells me:
"Don't bother me Mommy!"
(while her head is still looking to the left, at nothing)
Okay, so the sun is in her eyes and she doesn't want to be bothered, I thought.
Although it was the first time she ever told me not to bother her. Weird.
While loading them up in the car to head home she says to me:
"Mommy, I don't want to see the motorcycle man."
And then it dawned on me.
Her head was turned earlier because she didn't want to see the "motorcycle man".
She must have exchanged glances with him when we were stopped at the light.
A strange man with a helmet on, how frightening that must have been for her.
Poor girl.
For the past few nights, she's been resisting going upstairs and going to bed, and I think that her experience with the first real life scary person has somewhat traumatized her.
While putting her down for the night I told her:
"Camille, listen to me. If you are scared of something or someone, Mommy & Daddy are here for you. We are here to keep the bad things away from you. We will do the best we can to always protect you. I promise."
Wow that was surreal.
I give advice and offer my opinion to my sisters and friends, and know that whether they agree or not, they take it to heart.
But advice to my daughter?
Sure I felt the bond when she was an infant and I wanted to protect her and keep her healthy.
And of course, making sure she doesn't fall too hard or hit her head while learning to crawl and walk, through 1 and 2 years old.
But this type of protection and sharing the feeling of fear with her was so different.
It brought on a whole new meaning of being a mom.
This us merely the beginning.
I can only imagine what other fears and reservations she will face as she grows up.
I hope that I/we can provide that protection and she will know to come to me/us for hope and optimism. The first of many encounters...