Pink Bunk Beds

My granddaughter, Ava, at 5 years old, finally has the bunk beds she has been wanting. When we visited last week, she couldn’t wait to pull me upstairs to show them to me.

“Wow!” I said. “I love it that they’re pink!”

“I know!” she said excitedly. “Mom and I picked them out, and I picked out the sheets, blankets and pillows.”

The sheets and blankets and pillows were beautiful; all hearts and flowers in pink, blue, yellow, light green and purple. I asked her which bed she liked to sleep in, the top or bottom bunk.

“Oh, the bottom one,” she said.

“Don’t you want to sleep on the top bunk?” I asked. “You’d be able to see the moon and stars out of your window!”

Ava looked down for a minute and then said softly, “I’m afraid if I sleep on the top bunk, bad guys will see me and get me.”

“I see,” I said. “Would you like to know how I kept bad guys from getting me when I was your age?”

Ava nodded.

“Here’s what I did, and you can do it, too. Get up on the top bunk and bring your biggest stuffed animal with you. Mine was a big red and white bear named Julisus. Are you with me so far?” She nodded.

“Here’s what you do: lie down on the top bunk, and put your stuffed animal on top of you, facing up.”

Ava said, “How come?”

I said, “This way, IF there are bad guys and IF they should climb up to your window, all they would see is a big old stuffed animal in the bed. They’d say, ‘there’s only a stuffed animal in that bed, no little girl. We might as well go home.”

By this time Ava was giggling. But I could see that she still was bothered by the idea of bad guys. So I asked her if it would be ok for me to put a never ending protection “charm” on her room.

“You can do that?” she asked, looking hopeful.

“I sure can, kiddo. Just watch me.”

Being a Reiki master, I was able to perform a little ceremony for her, touching every corner of the room, the windows and the doorway. When I was done, I told her that her angels were now on duty 24/7. She seemed happy about that, and we left her room together, I noticed her smiling at her upper bunk.

Oh, the magic of pink bunk beds, of being 5 years old and of having a slightly nutty grandmother!

 

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