Peace and perspective

It’s the third "I can’t sleep" of the night, and the worry is about tomorrow: the spelling test, the new class, the friend who was cross. Arguing with the worry rarely works. Standing at the window together and looking at how big the dark sky is can shrink it back to its real size.

At bedtime a worry has nothing to compete with, so it fills the whole room. Giving their eyes something big to look at, the stars, the moon, the streetlights, gives their attention somewhere else to go.