Hi all,

I've known for a long time that my father was taken to prison when we were young. I don't know why the memory has suddenly resurfaced but it has. That fateful day when we were two years old, sitting on our daddy's lap while he read us a book. Police burst in guns drawn, took me off his lap, and took our daddy out of our lives for over twenty years. Somewhere inside me, I am still waiting by that window for him to come back and finish reading me that book. I can't quite make myself understand that he's not coming back. Even if 'he' the person comes back, he's not the same person who was taken away. But, I think that is a large part of our sleep issues.

That little girl doesn't want to go to sleep because she thinks if we go to sleep and he comes back while we're sleeping that he will think we don't love him or care anymore. Then he will leave and we'll never see him again. How do I convince that part of myself that it's okay to sleep, and that if he came back while we were sleeping he would kiss our forehead and sing softly to us enjoying the ability to watch over us again.

Any ideas??

Shady