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My oldest daughter, who is eight, has been having a terrible time getting to sleep these past few nights. Not in that typical kid "I don't wanna go to bed" way—she's tired, and wants to sleep, but is simply having difficulty doing it. She wants me to sit in the room too, but when she does nod off and then awake later, as we all do, she is afraid when I'm not there, even though there is a night light and all.
It's hard, because she is stoic about it, but it also worries her that she has this trouble. It's likely to pass—she has fallen asleep every other night of her life, after all. She seems prone to fretting about a number of things, and of that she says, "I don't like being so sensitive."
Yes, it frustrates me as it does her, but I'm sure it won't be long before I reminisce fondly about this time, as I do about the time, now growing distant, when I could actually lift both her and her sister up and carry them around.