“Mom, I need you.”
I startled awake and spied my 12-year-old daughter standing in my bedroom doorway, silhouetted against the dim hall light. I couldn’t see her face, but I heard it in her voice. Panic.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“I just need you. Come now.”
I glanced at the clock—only 10 p.m. What could’ve possibly gone awry in the last half hour since I drifted off to sleep? These days my kids often stay up past their dad and me, but we know it’s because they’re either reading or finishing homework or FaceTiming friends before lights out. Nothing too scandalous happens in our house at the bedtime hour. Usually.
I whipped off my covers and followed my daughter up the stairs to her bedroom, where—now out of Dad’s earshot—she told me the news.
“I can’t find my snake.”
Why is there a snake in the house to begin with? Read all about it… and how encouraging your child’s interests matters (even if you hate snakes)… today on The Better Mom.
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