Having a child makes you accustomed to hearing strange noises – a dinosaur roaring in the middle of the night, breadsticks tumbling to the floor, milk splashing perilously close to the television. But some sounds still make you sit up, pause the television, and scramble to your child’s bedroom.
The other night we had one of these moments. The noise Little Bear made was like nothing I have ever heard from him. As I fell into his bedroom he was sat up on his pillow pointing down the bed telling me there were spiders.
The rational me clicked that this was just a dream, but a larger part of me wanted to emit the same terrifying noise that Little Bear had used! Tentatively, but feigning confidence, I pulled the duvet around and reassured him that there were no spiders, that it was a dream, and that he should go back to sleep.
Gripping tight to his favourite teddy, Teddington, he cautiously lay back down and settled back into far happier dreams.
The spiders may not have been real, but the fear was…for both of us. 🕷
the day dreaming mummy 