I think Gavin's innocent interest in Webkinz has evolved into an unhealthy obsession.
This morning Gavin came up to our room, crying, and his eyes were very puffy. He looked like he had been crying for some time. He said he had a bad dream and that he didn't want to talk about it. I told him that talking about it might make him feel better. He said he wanted to keep it a secret. He was sobbing by the time he got into bed with us. I was feeling really bad for him, and wanted to help him deal with this horrible dream that I was envisioning. I probed- Did someone hurt you in your dream? (no) Did someone hurt someone you love? (no) Was someone scaring you or being mean to you? (no) ...
eventually, Gavin offered up some insight into the horror...
Apparently, somebody told Lilah to leave one of her Webkinz somewhere, and Gavin was so upset because in the dream, he thought he'd never again in his life, see the missing Webkinz.
Inspite of the fact that Webkinz are, in fact, stuffed animals that can be replaced, we handled this incident with the utmost sincerity, and consoled him to the best of our ability. We respected the fact that his emotions were very real, and stressed to him that, it was a dream, and not reality. He asked about his dreamcatcher (I got one for him while I was in Arizona because he has been known to have bad dreams). He said, "The dream catcher isn't working." He wants to know why it's not working. Our plan is to place the dream catcher directly over his head. I told him that the dream catcher only catches some of the bad dreams, so it's possible for a few to get through it's web. Sometimes, moms and dads don't always have the right answers for every moment.
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