When I was a kid, I thought my parents were superheroes. They weren’t afraid of monsters, death, or the dark. I could count on them to protect me from everything.

Now that I have my own kids, I’m realizing more and more, that I am now responsible for defending them against these things.
The only trouble is, I have my own fears. I’m still unconvinced about the existence of monsters in the closet, and I like to sleep with the light slightly dimmed.
So…what do I do? Do I pretend I’m not afraid; feign bravery so that my kids feel safe, or should I be honest about the fact that I’m not invisible? It’s a tough call.
It’s human to be afraid, but children need to feel safe and secure.
What do you think?