Sometime in the middle of the night, I heard the pitter-patter of little feet running to my room. There was a knock on the door, followed by, “Daddy??” Knowing what she was after, I met her at the door. My 6-year-old had a nightmare.
I followed her back to her room to comfort her and hopefully get her back to sleep. As I sat next to her bed, stroking her hair, she rolls over. “Daddy? Why do they make bad guys in movies?” I went into an explanation that they need the bad guys to give the good guys something to beat. Seemingly accepting my explanation, she rolled back over.
A few minutes later, she rolled over again. “Daddy? Why do they sometimes make bad guys scary?” I didn’t really have a good explanation for this one. I went into some nonsensical explanation that was basically, “The good guys always win, so there is nothing to worry about.” Again, she accepted my answer and rolled back over.
Another few minutes passed. “Daddy? Why did they make Maleficent scary?” Knowing this was the source of her nightmare and knowing that I had to give a convincing answer that would answer her question, but also comfort her enough that she could go back to sleep, I went a little deeper. This time, it involved explaining that in the movie, Maleficent wasn’t really the bad guy. She was bad out of a necessity to protect her friends. (If you’ve seen the movie, my explanation made perfect sense.) She accepted this answer, too, and rolled back over.
It had been a decent amount of time at this point, and I was ready to go back to sleep myself. I knew that she would fall back to sleep pretty quickly even if I left. As I got up to leave, she rolled over and asked where I was going. I told her I was going back to bed. “Aw, man. I am trying to reach my goal of dreaming about penguins.”
This was just too cute. I couldn’t leave yet. I sat for a few more minutes stroking her hair and whispering, “Penguins.” I’m hoping she achieved her goals.