After I agreed to talk with her bedroom “animals” the other night, she still resisted sleeping in her room, which made me think there was more to the issue than she was letting on.
A few weeks ago, while the boy was out of town, we traumatized the doll by having her watch the movie Poltergeist with us. Though we warned her of the scary stuff, we enjoyed watching her reactions while she watched the movie. I reminded her often, this was make-believe, not true just a fun scary movie. I thought she understood though, I had forgotten how imaginations of eight year olds are actively over the top.
After school the other day, she had her girlfriend “Sweet” over to play. While here, Sweet told the girls (Mary and Elle), that she could see ghosts and the doll’s room was filled with them. Just what we wanted to hear, I thought. “Sweet, please stop telling the doll that. If there are ghosts in this house, they are peaceful, as we’ve lived here 15 years without incident. They are just happy loving people live in this house.” They quit playing that game and I thought I’d put a stop to those fears. I was wrong.
“I still don’t want to sleep in that room mom, it creeps me out.” “There are no ghosts in our house darlin’. If there were, your father and I would have found them by now. Trying to find a satisfactory conclusion to this mess I asked, “Would you go back to sleeping in your room, if I had Father Donnelly (our parish priest) bless the room?” Shaking her head up and down, I realized how difficult that prospect would be. “Well, Father is really busy, but what if I got some Holy Water and blessed the room, would that do the trick?” Thinking it over for about ten seconds, she agreed. “Alrighty then, I’ll go get some Holy Water from Grandpa and re-bless your room.” I said, rising from the couch preparing to leave. Before I made it out the door, she asked, “Why does Grandpa have Holy Water?” Smiling to myself, I said, “That’s another story for another time. Just suffice it say he has some.
Arriving at my Dad’s he directed me to a container filled with Holy Water from the spring at Lourdes, France. “Why do you need the water?” he asked. “I’m going to re-bless the doll’s bedroom, as a safety measure for her. She watched a movie a few weeks back and is afraid of her room now.” Smiling, he said, “Don’t let her watch it again”. I stopped at the computer and printed up a few bible verses (Galatians 3:25-29) to make the blessing all the more real for her, then walked her into her room for the blessing. My nieces (Mary and Elle) were also present; having followed me home from Grandpa’s where their family was visiting.
We walked into her bedroom and made the sign of the cross. I read the bible verses aloud, and then proceeded to have the girls say an “Our Father” while I dumped small quantities of water onto my index and middle finger, to splash about the room. When they completed their prayer, I looked at the doll and said, “Good?” “Mommy, don’t forget to get those toys in the corner, and on my desk and my Pooh bear pillow”. Each time I splashed the water, I made sure the girls got hit by some of the water, as reassurance I was not pretending. When I finished I looked at the doll and said, “Well?” Smiling back at me she said, “Okay, tomorrow I’ll sleep in my own bed… but, if any demons are in there…” I wouldn’t let her continue. “Doll, if there were demons in there you would have heard “sizzling” noises when they were hit with the Holy Water.” As if to prove my point, I approached the boy, who sat quietly reading in the living room, and hit him with a bit of water. “See, no sizzling noises!” Laughing the girls agreed the boy was not a demon. However, they suggested I try the water on the dog. “Smiling back, I said, “Nah, she is a demon, we already know that!”