I mentioned that the lights in his room, which he calls “shoshanim” are a story for another post, and here it is.
[At first he called them “shalshulim”, and sometimes “shilshulim” (the Hebrew word for diahrrea). Ugh. Then we realized he meant “shoshanim”, which is a type of flower. Apparently, because the lights look like a flower. And now he calls them “shoshanim”.]
At any rate, these lights have been a source of fear for Shlomo. He has the ones in his room, and our room also has them – but obviously, the ones in your parents’ room are much less scary than those in your own. Plus, it’s an excuse to sleep in a parent’s bed – definitely better than your own bed.
We suffered from this fear for a while. Leaving the light on in the next room didn’t help too much. Letting him fall asleep in one of our beds (we have two twins, and I don’t mind discussing why, but it’s a different post – if you want, just ask) is not a good solution. Sitting with him until he falls asleep – ditto. Fighting every night – ugh. “Punishing” the shoshanim – not working and not a nice solution in any case. The shoshanim didn’t do anything wrong. And we don’t punish unnecessarily. Plus, we don’t punish in a way that someone gets a kick out of.
Well, Yitzchak’s mother, aka “Mom” came for a visit (yet another post) and she brought with her a few packages of glow sticks. I think she brought a total of three, each containing a glow stick, two thingies to connect it to a string, and a string. Shlomo thought these glow sticks were super cool, which they are. Yitzchak explained that we have to be careful, because the inner tube is glass and there are nasty chemicals in the sticks.
And then – brilliance. I’m telling you, Yitzchak is briliant.
He told Shlomo that the sticks punish the shoshaniim automatically, when you tap the stick lightly. The sticks are a shoshanim ward and make sure that the shoshanim can’t hurt anyone.
Yitzchak hung the glow-stick-turned-shoshanim-ward from the mezuza, and reminded Shlomo that it protects him. Shlomo walked around a bit with the stick hanging from his neck, because it was cool. Now, whenever he deems it necessary, he passes by his doorway, taps the stick, and says the shoshanim won’t hurt him.
The last time I heard about the subject was a few days ago. The time before – a few days prior to that, when he was explaining to Ducky that he’ll protect him and the shoshanim won’t hurt him [and that Ducky should dry].
A few days ago, one of the bulbs, which we thought was burned out, started working. Turns out, it hadn’t been screwed in all the way. Shlomo was very interested in the fact that it started working, and made sure that we all knew that the “second shoshanim” was working (you mean, the third?). Not a word about his old fear.
Such a simple item; such a brilliant solution.
As Yitzchak says, “An imaginary solution for an imaginary problem works perfectly.” Yes, but that doesn’t mean that the solution isn’t hilarious. And that watching it work doesn’t make me laugh.
I wrote this post a few weeks ago. Just now, while I was reviewing it (and happened to mention the word), Shlomo informed me that the shoshanim did not have a good Rosh Hashana (New Year), so they can’t hurt him anymore. I guess G-d didn’t judge them favorably; hopefully He judged us much better.