I know where the wild things are.
Growing up, I was terrified of spiders. Maybe it came from seeing my mom scream every time she spotted one. Or maybe it came from the numerous "bad" spider experiences I had in WV - to include having a big spider come up the drain of the sink just as I was sticking my head in to wash my hair, or the time my dad let me know I had a huge spider on my back as I sat watching TV... Believe me, I could go on and on. Since I've become a mom I've done my best to disguise my fear and even though I may be shaking on the inside try to remain calm and collected on the outside.
I really never wanted my boys to fear spiders. Well - I have succeeded and then some.
Last week, Luke came home with a spider book from his school library. As you can tell from the cover, it had lots of detailed photos of big, furry spiders. Last night, I tried reading it to them - concentrating hard on the words, trying not to look at the photos. The skin on the back of my neck began to tingle and I thought I'd jump up doing the "get it off me!" dance at any minute. I calmly called Justin up and asked him to finish the book. Ugh! Gotta love boys! Every where I turn there's snakes, giant ants, scopions, you name it, they have it.
2 comments:
Ok, so I thought that was a real snake at first! It's just one of the toys, right? I HATE spiders too - bad childhood, as yours, but I haven't even tried to hide my fright! Some of the things I've done WHILE DRIVING because of spiders would have you cuffing me and taking me in! And, snakes - bad in childhood too - can't go there. And, they are in my yard!!!
I surprised Mr. C didn't have the wigglies as he read it to them. He was never quite the creature child. That award goes to Uncle Rex... LOL!!
Mee
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