Category Archives: Philosophy

Nightmares

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You’ve been doing so well with sleeping all night in your bed lately. We were up to a record of nine nights straight when last night you had a bad dream and ended up in our bed.

Tonight while you were in the bath, I asked you about it. You said you dreamed your best friend didn’t want to play with you.

Me: But you know she really loves you. Bad dreams are just our brains’ way of helping us think through our problems and worries.

You: So . . . bad dreams are good!

Me: Yeah, I guess in a way they are.

You [smiling]: I love bad dreams! They’re so small, I want to protect them. They’re so cute!

Aside

We were walking home from barnehage today, and the wind was blowing so hard it almost blew the hood of your rainsuit off your head. Convinced the wind doesn’t blow the trees, but that the trees actually make the wind, you shouted:

“Trees! Stop winding me!” You stamped your foot in frustration, and pointed at the nearest birch. “No, trees! Stop it! You’re going to blow my hat off!”

Aside

Tonight when I was putting you to bed, you asked me if I was still sad about Great Papa. I said yes. You said:

“It’s okay,  Mummy. It’s okay that you’re sad about Great Papa diving. Because he will go to sleep and when he wakes up you can be happy again.”