Gargoyles Eat Spiders

Last Halloween Evan was terrified by the decorations, due to the fact someone took him to look at adult size monsters standing outside a store.  As I have an overactive imagination myself and remember times were I snuggled deep into my blankets praying that I would see morning’s light, I tried to comfort Evan in any way I could.

 

Gargoyles.  Yup, that was my solution.  See, next to the Halloween store was a Hot Topic that had two gigantic gargoyles decorating the front of the store, and I explained to Evan about gargoyles protecting us from bad guys.  Because Evan was sure there were bad guys in the house, I bought a small gargoyle to place near him, even though my mom warned me that this would only haunt Evan more.  Every day I read Evan a beautiful book called God Bless the Gargoyles by Dav Pilkey, which was about how the gargoyles were good guys protecting everyone.  Evan would settle down to bed holding his gargoyle.

 

Granted I also did a lot of throwing out bad guys that were congregating in our living room.  Evan would let me know they were all hanging about as the sun went down, and I would have to give them the bum’s rush like some bartender at 2 am.  You don’t have to go home; but you can’t stay here.  Get out of my house.  Evan laughed with glee.  I tried to explain to Evan about the crosses and other random superstition things I had around the house to protect us from harm.  (My good Catholic mother rolls her eyes at how far her daughter takes some superstitions.)  Finally, even with the gargoyle, I demanded Evan show me the bad guy that was scaring him.  Evan found a toy Ring Wraith from The Lord of the Rings, that I had given to my husband years ago (My husband LOVES The Lord of the Rings trilogy).  So I told Evan to throw it outside, he did, and after a few more nights, Evan didn’t have any more nightmares.  I’m not sure what happened to the Ring Wraith.

 

So when we were having the spider issues a couple of weeks ago, Evan asked for God Bless the Gargoyles for his bedtime reading.  I pulled out the book and read it to him.

 

Evan: Mommy, can I have my gargoyle, please?

 

Me: Sure, baby, here it is.

 

Evan: Mommy, my gargoyle is going to protect me.  He’s going to chase all the spiders away.

 

Evan didn’t have another nightmare.  Of course, last night I stepped on the gargoyle and broke his wing off.  I was horrified as I said my mea culpa as I left the room, promising to glue it before the morning.  Except, we don’t seem to have any super glue, and as I pondered how to fix it, I glanced down the wing hole to see the other side where Evan had broken off the foot months before.  I think I should just buy a new one.  Maybe two, just in case.

3 Responses to “Gargoyles Eat Spiders”

  1. badmommymoments Says:

    i think what you did was a great. i’m stealing it and tucking it away for the next time ONE is scared of something. unless, of course, it’s a stranger. no way am i bringing one of them home…gross. 🙂

  2. faemom Says:

    I wouldn’t suggest strangers 🙂 But I always believe that you teach the kid a little “magic,” some form of control and they sleep better. Aren’t our nightmares about things we can’t control?

  3. faemom Says:

    I wouldn’t suggest strangers 🙂 But I always believe that you teach the kid a little “magic,” some form of control and they sleep better. Aren’t our nightmares about things we can’t control?


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