Noah is afraid of the vacuum cleaner. One day a couple weeks ago he told me the vacuum scared him.
Now he's never liked the noise of the vacuum, and he makes sure it doesn't get too close to him when it is on, but he has never shown actual fear. In fact, over the past couple of months he has helped me vacuum and earned some money doing it. He was proud of himself that he could do it and do a good job.
So to hear him suddenly say he is afraid of it was surprising.
At first I thought he was using it as an excuse to not have to help me clean his room. I wasn't very sympathetic, as you can imagine.
But then he started talking about how it looked like it was smiling at him, and asked me to turn it around so the "face" part was towards the wall. He refused to walk past it if he thought he had to get too close to it.
When I left it in his room that day I was cleaning it, he freaked out.
It turns out he had a dream and it tried to eat him. Then a few days later he had a dream and it ate Kiel.
I can understand how that could turn into an irrational fear. At eight he still has magical thinking, right?
But still, he was almost humanizing it as he spoke of the vacuum. Like it was alive and was really going to come after him.
The fear seems to have eased up a bit. I saw him go up to it and pat it and say "good vacuum cleaner" the other day. Today he was fine with me using it with him right next to him.
I realize I over think everything about Noah. I remind myself of that whenever I start worrying about something he has done.
I'm having a hard time convincing myself that this is just normal eight year old behavior though. And I really don't think he is playing me; if he is, the kid is fucking brilliant.
Frankly, it scares me more than a little. Is this psychotic thinking? A tear in his link with reality? A glimpse at what is to come?