When you hear a knock on the door at 4 a.m. is not one of those moments. That knock never brings good news. And it almost always disrupts the most restorative part of your REM sleep cycle and a powerful dream destined to answer all of life’s questions if only you got to see the last five minutes.
But there is something beautiful about that knock at the door. Whatever problem a child has – big imaginary monsters to small real spiders, full on stomach virus to minor sniffles – as long as they believe the solution is on the other side of that door where Mommy and Daddy are, life is good.
I wish I had a door to knock on too.