Preparing For The Future By Dreaming Of The Past

With the hustle and shake of everyday life, I don't think too much about the kids going away to school next year. At least, consciously, I don't think about it.

But a few nights ago, I had a long, deep dream where all the children were back to being wee ones.

It was a very clear, vivid dream, and the kids were each appropriately spaced for their ages. Yessa was a little under 2'ish, and Buster and Monkey, 4 and 6'ish.

Yessa was "sweepy."

I had been carrying her around and attempted to put her down, but she said, "Mom, I still sweepy." and held up her arms to be picked back up.

I did.

Long past are the days when I can fix their problems or gather them into my arms and hold them high off the ground. Gosh, I'm thankful for the weeks and months and years I did carry them and snuggle them and eased their way.

I think the dream was a way to help me recognize the grieving that will come. Joy and sorrow can walk side by side.

They have bright, full futures, but I do miss those days long past when our world was all wrapped up in each other. I am grateful we had them.