MONSTERS! The very word makes me shiver. Do all kids fear monsters? Do they lurk in children's closets everywhere or just in the creative imaginations of movie makers?
I only know the inner workings of my own childish brain and maybe a bit about our kids'. Firstborn Kimberly had two imaginary friends, neither of whom were monsters. She named them Ida and Puna. I don't even know if they were male or female. What I do know is they were short, blue and had red hair. She played with them often but when I tried to interact, "Well, good morning, Ida!" Kimberly dead-panned back, "That's Puna, Mama."
Another day I greeted Puna on the bed where Kimberly had just spoken to her. "She's not there, Mama. She's over here," pointing the opposite direction. I think they were in cahoots against me!
One day I asked about them and she placidly informed me, "They died."
Saddened, I probed, "Ohhhh Honey. How? What happened?"
Unfazed, "They got cancer."
Obviously Kimberly's imagination conjured up friendly sorts. My own childhood, however, was stalked by an alligator who lived under my bed and really interfered with my bladder schedule. In my head I knew he probably was not real, but my toes weren't taking any chances. When I could hold it no longer, I'd stand on my bed, step over to a table, crawl across my dresser and pick my way over the furniture obstacle course. Eventually my feet touched the bedroom floor but ever so briefly. I scurried out the door to the bathroom.
YES! Pee! Pee at last! And THAT's how you spell r-e-l-i-e-f!
By day, there was no alligator...even in my curly, little head.
Eventually someone marketed canned Monster Spray. Wise mothers of today rescue their tots at bedtime by fumigating rooms. Fears and monsters vanish. I never even told my mother about my alligator. I bet she'd have swatted him with a broom!
Monsters. God must know we fear them because he addressed them talking to Job.