Having 2 small boys means we have regular viewings of Fireman Sam in our house, so much so that when James (1) gets upset in the car singing the theme tune soothes him (we know all the words).
It was no surprise then that we have regular “fires” in our hall that we have to put out with old toilet rolls as a hose. However over time the scenarios have changed and now Tom (4) wants to be rescued. This usually involves him shouting “rescue me mummy” then leaping off something high (he doesn’t have a normal sense of fear) – so far we’ve managed to catch him every time (it can be a bit close).
Over the last few weeks he has wanted to be close to us and has been testing the “rescue me” with really small things like getting into our bed (he pretends to fall out when getting in – it’s not that high!) or getting off the sofa, he wants us to reach out and grab him then hold him tight.
I think this may be a sign of something much bigger going on in his head, he wants to be with us but can’t really express that, maybe he feels that we have rescued him in some way and we will have our happy ending at the end of the story / bed time. He is testing us over the little things before he can trust us with big things like what scares him in the night. (Or he may just think this is a great game).
We have found the strangest of games bring out different emotions in him, hide and seek is another favourite where he will hide and count and if we don’t find him within a few seconds of the count being over he makes noises so we’ll find him quicker, he is desperate to be found and the joy on his face each time we find him is beautiful.
One of the best bits in our play time together is when we “get it right”. What “right” is I do not know, but I think it’s when he feels safe to express having fun, the excitement on his face and the hug I get is great.
Over the last few months we have learnt so much about the boys and what games they like and how to best support them in play, I love sitting on the floor amongst the mess of toys exploring things together, part of me doesn’t want them to grow up and not need help with pretend picnics and making planes out of Duplo!