Heights

Sam climbed onto the top bunk tonight. Apparently, he is afraid of heights. When he was little...littler, he disliked slides and any platform off the ground, especially the type with holes in it. Tonight, he couldn't get down. He was stuck. I asked him if he was scared. He nodded yes and his eyes teared up while his lower lip pulled into a tight poke out. It was almost as though he were still trying to keep himself together. I told him I would hold onto him while he held onto the ladder. It worked. Halfway down the ladder he pushed me away, wanting to complete it on his own. Now he is snug in bed after insisting on "a ug."