Do you remember your dreams? I remember many; some of them from my own childhood and see them as vital learning experiences.
This morning I woke with a vivid image of my son aged about 3, kneeling by a tree stump, playing with his toy cars. he had his back to me and I could see his bare feet. His socks lay discarded nearby.
“Aren’t your feet cold?” I asked.
“No.” He continued playing, resolutely ignoring me and completely engrossed in his world. It is a beautiful image and I can see it with complete technicolour clarity.
He didn’t need me fussing then and he still doesn’t – 20 years later !! I love his independence and his ability to look after himself. And I enjoy the moments of nostalgia too.