Today at work we were talking about the different ways people like to sleep. For instance, one co-worker has to have it completely dark and another likes to have a fan running all night.
It reminded me of when I was a child. We were raised in a small bungalow-type house with two bedrooms on the main floor and a large, upstairs attic bedroom. Because I had three brothers and no sister, I got the second bedroom on the main floor all to myself, while all three of my brothers slept upstairs.
At night when I would have to go to bed, my mom would always close the door to my bedroom because being on the main floor she thought the light and noise from the TV would keep me awake. I hated being alone in the room and I was afraid of the dark..so instead of sleeping I would lay awake for hours (it seems) just staring at the rectangle of light coming from around the closed door! I'm sure that if she would have kept the door open just a little I would have relaxed and fallen asleep!
As a result, when my kids were little they were allowed to sleep with the doors open and the hallway light on, or even a light in their rooms on if that was what they needed to feel secure. I never wanted them to be afraid of the dark like I was!
Many years later during some holiday I was telling the above story to family members sitting around the table and my mom was absolutely mortified! She felt so bad! She said, "Why didn't you tell me? I never would have made you sleep in the dark!" I told her I probably did ask her to leave the door open at one time, but she probably said no and I did not argue with her because back then, you never argued with your parents! Then I felt bad that she felt bad!!
I'm not afraid of the dark anymore, but I do sleep best in a room that is softly lit. I just wish I would have had a softly lit room when I was a child, or at the least a sister to be afraid of the dark with!
See ya tomorrow for the Brenda Photo Challenge!