My beautiful little girl is having nightmares. She 's asking me questions about "baddies" and I'm struggling to answer them. For example, yesterday on our way to Ballet we passed a policeman who had pulled somebody over. Haidee thought this was cool and proceeded to tell us about the police force and all the things they do (it was very cute). Amelia started to get upset and said that she didn't want to hear anymore because it makes her worry that she's going to be a bad person. The convo went a little like this....
"Are people born bad Mummy?"
"No baby, people aren't born bad, sometimes they just make bad choices, mistakes that can get them in trouble"
"Are the police bad?"
"No, the police are there to help people bub"
"But I see them driving really fast and that's not allowed."
"Yes they do drive fast sometimes but usually it's because they're in a big rush to help someone. They use their sirens to let everybody know that they're coming so we can all be safe"
"I dreamt that the baddies caught you mummy and the police didn't help you at all. That's bad"
Wowsers! How do I reply to that? I was completely unprepared for this yesterday afternoon. My girl is a deep thinker and her thoughts can lead to dark places. It's horrible for her. She's been creeping into my bed the last few nights because she's afraid that I'm going to be nabbed!
I told her that I'm not going anywhere and left it at that. For now anyways. She went into her ballet class and came out beaming. I was relieved.
I still struggle with my childhood fear. I was/am deathly afraid of Mannequins. It all started with the clip below From Dr Who.
*WARNING* Seriously freaky footage!
I still don't like them. As a child I kept it to myself. I remember when Mum brought home two of them to use at her school. She named them Napoleon and Josephine and kept them in our dining room for a week. They were particularly creepy, circa 1974. It was awful!
She didn't know about my fear because I never had the confidence as a child to tell her. I thought she'd think I was "odd". It's seems so silly now because my mother would have been wonderful about it. Had I of let her know I'm sure she would have said the perfect thing to make it all better. I wish I did, because now I'm finding it difficult to soothe my little girls fears.
She had a good night last night and is currently sitting with her sister eating their muesli. Her best friend at school has a father who is a policeman. I'm thinking I might ask him to talk to her out of uniform. We'll see.
What about you? Have you had similar issues with your children? Or perhaps you have a childhood fear? Any advice would be most appreciated.