Through the eyes of a child

Last night was the first time in ages that I’ve remembered my dream. Full of locked buildings and the feeling of needing to escape, it was an unusually weird one! I’m putting it down to the fact that I’ve just started watching Stranger Things on Netflix, which is amazing but rather freaky!

I don’t normally remember my dreams in the morning, because my sleep is so disturbed since the arrival of Babylish. She is still waking a few times a night so precious uninterrupted sleep is something of a distant dream for me.

What is the meaning of childrens dreams?

I’ve always loved dreaming though. Bad dreams are few and far between and generally my dreams are set in beautiful places with an air of mystery, magic and intrigue. Throughout my life I’ve had a few reoccurring dreams. When I’m lucky enough for them to return they fill me with a familiar warmth and happiness.

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One involves a secret room in a house full of abandoned treasure and antiques for me to discover. I was brought up on the Goonies and have always loved a good treasure trove! My other reoccurring dream is about looking into the most beautiful, crystal clear sea water and having sea animals communicate with me. Adding fuel to the theory I was a mermaid in another life!

I’ve been thinking about dreams since the team behindĀ adjustable beds from Adjustamatic got in touch with me to say they are working on a new campaign with Ian Wallace, a world leading dreams expert. Together they are creating a series of videos around different aspects of the wonderful world of dreams. In the first video they look at what children’s dreams mean and why children dream, it’s quite fascinating!

I often think about what my children dream or even IF Babylish dreams? Can babies dream? Chatting with Littlelish who is now 7 to find out about her dreams I discovered that like her mumma she was having trouble recalling the fact that she dreamt at all.

It got me thinking, why do some people recall their dreams and others don’t? I googled it and apparently it even has scientists stumped.

Hopefully she does learn to remember her dreams though, I have so much enjoyment remembering my most beautiful, extraordinary dreams full of adventure and magic.

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As a regular reader you may remember a while ago I wrote about Littlelish being highly sensitive, what led me to believe this and how it isn’t always a bad thing. It was entitled ‘We have a sensitive child and she is great!‘. I received quite a few comments and emails from people on this subject, many with not such positive experiences who are struggling to deal with their HSC. There are many highs to having a highly sensitive child but I would be lying if I ignored the fact that there are quite a few lows or ‘challenges’ too. But this is parenting right? It is all about the challenges…

One of our major, major challenges in our house is… socks… and knickers… and shoes… and pretty much clothes in general. On a particularly sensitive day (like today) we will have to change knickers (once), socks (once), clothes (once) and shoes (three times!) because they don’t “feel nice”. This isn’t just a casual statement, these words which I have grown to hate are said in an ultra whiney voice, combined with ‘Kevin the teenager style’ huffing, puffing, flailing of arms and legs, wailing and throwing herself to the floor. I get it, she is sensitive, sensitive to how things fit, how tight or loose they are, seams, any possible squeezing, rubbing or uncomfortable feeling. I really do get it, but oh my goodness it is SO frustrating, especially when you are trying to get them dressed for school and out the door so we aren’t late… again.

I try to patiently work with her on this and am happy to accommodate a change of socks/knickers/tshirt here and there – fine! But woah did I have to do some serious breathing techniques this morning to stop myself from exploding. It didn’t work, I totally lost my temper after the second shoe change (this was after the knickers, jumper, socks AND first shoe change) and we ended up getting into the car with some real feelings of sadness, anger and frustration about how the morning had played out.

We talked about it in the car on the way to school, I explained just how frustrating I find it and she in turn explained how yucky they make her feel. I explained how when my patience runs out I get angry and she told me that it makes her sad, which made me sad… But really short of moving to a sunnier clime and becoming nudists, what can we do? We all have to wear clothes and socks and shoes most of the time. Here are some things we have tried to use to ease the situation with differing degrees of success. Who, oh who, has anymore tips for me?

Test: We always test when buying clothes to see if they are comfy. (They normally are at the time of purchase but don’t always stay that way)

Avoid: Any clothing that is too tight or that rubs.

Adapt: We often cut the feet out of tights and wear them with socks to school because tights are just too unbearable!

Wiggling: We always do a wiggle test. If it doesn’t feel nice, I make Littlelish wiggle around or do something for a minute and sometimes she gets used to it!

I love the conversations I have with my 4 year old daughter, sometimes funny, sometimes thought provoking but always cute. I love to see how her mind works and my goodness does it work! Our conversation yesterday after school went something like this.

LL: Mum, if we didn’t dry ourselves after a bath would we go mouldy?

Me: No, babe, people don’t go mouldy (at least I don’t think! eeek)

LL: Oh right because sometimes liquid makes things go mouldy, like the toys in the bath if you don’t dry them properly.

Me: Yes, it does sometimes but not with people.

LL: So whatabout blood?

Me: What about blood?

LL: Well that is a liquid but does that make us mouldy on the inside? Because we can never dry our blood on the inside…

Me: No, that doesn’t make us mouldy either.

LL: Actually can we ever have a wash on the inside? What about when we are drinking water? Is that like washing our blood inside?

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