Last night Miss Frugal came downstairs about 10 ‘o’ clock in floods of tears. She told us that she’d woken up after having a nightmare and whenever she closed her eyes to try and get back to sleep, she could see dead people and people dying!
It turns out that a school trip to Eden Camp this week has affected her quite a lot to the point where she can’t stop thinking about some of the tragedies they learned about.
If you don’t know Eden Camp, it’s a museum made up of huts. Each one telling a story about a different aspect of World War 2 and when I searched for the link to include, the Google description comes up as ‘Experience the sights, smells and sounds of the dangerous War years’, so I’m guessing that she kind of feels a part of it in her own way.
I can’t and wouldn’t interfere with what she’s learning at school because it’s important that she knows about what happened in our past but I need to find a way to cope with any fall-out from her lessons for the rest of this term while they continue to focus on the war.
Last night, we laid on the bed together, closed our eyes and tried to think of as many nice memories as we could so that every time a bad thought came into her head, she could replace it with a good thought. You probably think that’s a bit cheesey but I couldn’t think of anything else that I could do to help her 😉
We came up with about ten great memories for her and by the time we’d finished talking about them, she was in a much better frame of mind so I left her to sleep (door open and light on though). She managed to get to sleep but when I asked her this morning, she did have to concentrate on the good memories for a bit first after I’d left her.
I feel awful because there’s really nothing I can do, I can’t take the thoughts out of her head and I can’t make her not think them no matter what I do.