So a coworker was asking me about my vacation and I mentioned Creation Festival which is a Christian festival which my friends all well know is more my passion than any other work I've ever done. Then she asked, "So how was your Christian... camp...?"
Let's get a few things straight: A Christian Festival does not mean we all hold hands and sing gay lovey songs and clap and wield our bibles around in some flowery, dainty little show of affection to God. I told her it was a festival of music, like... a music festival <shock face!> and we aren't all hands-in-the-air lunatics. We're music fanatics who use the medium to express Christian values. Many of us even grimace at the crazy-heads who skip around trying to save the saved... okay, All of us grimace at that kind. There's TONS of genres of Christian music. Pop, rap, reggae, metal, grunge... you name it! She was shocked. I was pleased. Conversation ended.
Before I am anything else, I am a Christian. I am not a good prayer. I am no good at Bible knowledge. I suck at times as a mother/daughter/friend/wife/etc. But what makes me more human is that I know it's okay because I have a God Who Loves me regardless and will lift me up and put me right back in place... sometimes painfully, sometimes begrudgingly, sometimes desperately. I know I can do better and I'm so hard on myself sometimes, but as depressed as I've ever been I've always known one thing without any doubt in any fiber of my being. The time in this world is short - nothing - compared to eternity. And because I have a God who loves me, as long as I continue to turn to Him in any situation, I don't have to work for it. He's already done all the work, all the Bloodshed, all the Sacrificing, all the Suffering. Mock me, shake your head, wonder at my faith, my words of certainty which many doubt. Fine. I'm so used to it. I know where I'm going.
So to those in the world, primping your hair and wasting money on your looks and caring about gossip and who does what for a living: Are you sure you have your priorities straight? Is your Gucci bag coming to the next life with you. Or a more short-term question: will it help you satisfy yourself and your self-image. If the answer is yes then you're missing the point. Often the things people see and hear and taste and touch miss the point.
We look to the horizon and long ago thought it was the edge of the world. We finally learned how to sail beyond and saw more than we'd ever imagined. Then we learned how to fly and saw another horizon. Soon we learned how to soar higher until we got the whole picture: the Earth, a sphere of life, held together by means we were barely discovering! Think we know much more than the horizon of our souls yet? Doubt it. For me, I'd like to place my trust in Someone Who Knows all about it.
Christianity isn't some silly little phase of humanity. It isn't some cute little gathering where we all cry about our little feelings in the big mean world. It's certainly not just a bunch of limitations and rules to punish people and control people. All those kinds of people are, again, missing the point. Christianity is putting your heart on Jesus and knowing that He'll guide you through this life and into the next. It's knowing that He's been there and knows the way and goes before you to prepare it. It's raw, unadulterated, unfiltered LOVE. It's about a God Who became Man and Bled and Died for us. That's not frilly people! That's solid heart-wrenching!
So for those who think our cute little Christian fests are a waste of time and the music is some quaint little love song with boring repetitious ballads and choir-like backgrounds, check out some Tobymac or Newboys or Jars of Clay. Yes there are melodic praise songs, but listen to the words and compare them to the crap lyrics on secular radio. What do you want your child singing along to?
_Stepping off the soapbox now._
What bugs you?
Hunkered down in my stance, eyes darting across the room for my foe, I tighten my grip, ready to twitch at any moment and swing... at another damned housefly! I love those electric racket thingies! Thanks Joe and Phyllis, yup, we still use it!
So we're dealing with the humidity, heat, and bugs-bugs-BUGS!!! We're killing spiders, ants (not much), silver fish (ewe!), and house flies! Those effers take 12 electrocutions to get stunned, then we smash them! I love the cool evenings of summer or early spring, I love the beautiful sun and beach weather by day, I hate the bugs. Okay, I don't loathe them so much as don't want them in my living space.
Bekah freaks with bugs. I mean freaks. Has to be calmed down and everything.We've been trying to teach her to not be afraid by going on bug hunts and learning about the different kinds. She's coming along slowly. Let's be clear though, I am not afraid of the germ-carrying, disgusting, creepy, mini-scum.
On a lighter note: Shadow hunts bugs. One more reason to heart that kitty big time!
Next blog: hopefully not so boring and ranty ;)
So we're dealing with the humidity, heat, and bugs-bugs-BUGS!!! We're killing spiders, ants (not much), silver fish (ewe!), and house flies! Those effers take 12 electrocutions to get stunned, then we smash them! I love the cool evenings of summer or early spring, I love the beautiful sun and beach weather by day, I hate the bugs. Okay, I don't loathe them so much as don't want them in my living space.
Bekah freaks with bugs. I mean freaks. Has to be calmed down and everything.We've been trying to teach her to not be afraid by going on bug hunts and learning about the different kinds. She's coming along slowly. Let's be clear though, I am not afraid of the germ-carrying, disgusting, creepy, mini-scum.
On a lighter note: Shadow hunts bugs. One more reason to heart that kitty big time!
Next blog: hopefully not so boring and ranty ;)
Creation 2011
Where to begin...
I'll keep it simple for now and just type about the trip portion of going to Creation Festival Northeast. The non-stop road trip is supposed to take about 8.25 hours or so, but of course we had stops so it basically took all day. All day in a truck with the BFF and our good friend Ron Dunbar meant some serious belly laughs. Needless to say it all started out well... um, despite our navigator misdirecting us once... ahem, sorry boys!
We set up camp with some difficulty as the pop-up camper was, er, a bit elderly. Let's just say the Viking was on her last leg and final voyage. Cable snapped, door broke, wouldn't level right, and we used a block of wood and strapping to hold one of the corners up. Love having a handy hubby!
Day two I lost my sunblock. Bought more later. Day three I lost my Leatherman, but I got it back two days later. Friday I had a wardrobe malfunction which resulted in immediate and unwarranted air conditioning. Yeeaaahhhh... and I was on shift that night, but Jesse walked back up the hill with me and back before the next set change. That night was the craziest strike I'd ever done... well, debatable but it's up there. Dear Skillet, please get lighter materials when building your spinning, moving, elevated drum riser. Thanks. Love, all the volunteer stage crew you ever encounter.
But did I have fun. Yes, oh yes. Great shows true, awesome people of course, and What A Crowd! The sheer proportions... the way everything shut down for lunch and dinner and the main speakers. People actually gathered for the speakers and paid attention, and they were great!
There's so much more to say but it's late and we're all tired and I have photos to upload. I will certainly try to attend next year as well and we're considering taking the kids too. Any takers? Amazing experience! Worth the trip!
God Bless!
I'll keep it simple for now and just type about the trip portion of going to Creation Festival Northeast. The non-stop road trip is supposed to take about 8.25 hours or so, but of course we had stops so it basically took all day. All day in a truck with the BFF and our good friend Ron Dunbar meant some serious belly laughs. Needless to say it all started out well... um, despite our navigator misdirecting us once... ahem, sorry boys!
We set up camp with some difficulty as the pop-up camper was, er, a bit elderly. Let's just say the Viking was on her last leg and final voyage. Cable snapped, door broke, wouldn't level right, and we used a block of wood and strapping to hold one of the corners up. Love having a handy hubby!
Day two I lost my sunblock. Bought more later. Day three I lost my Leatherman, but I got it back two days later. Friday I had a wardrobe malfunction which resulted in immediate and unwarranted air conditioning. Yeeaaahhhh... and I was on shift that night, but Jesse walked back up the hill with me and back before the next set change. That night was the craziest strike I'd ever done... well, debatable but it's up there. Dear Skillet, please get lighter materials when building your spinning, moving, elevated drum riser. Thanks. Love, all the volunteer stage crew you ever encounter.
But did I have fun. Yes, oh yes. Great shows true, awesome people of course, and What A Crowd! The sheer proportions... the way everything shut down for lunch and dinner and the main speakers. People actually gathered for the speakers and paid attention, and they were great!
There's so much more to say but it's late and we're all tired and I have photos to upload. I will certainly try to attend next year as well and we're considering taking the kids too. Any takers? Amazing experience! Worth the trip!
God Bless!
Do You Know Where Your Instincts Are?
Okay, I imagine myself as a fairly intelligent person. I can spell words over five letters, though I always wondered why vomiting has only one 't.' I can balance a checkbook. I can even manage new recipes with overly curious and too-zealous-to-cook toddlers tagging along. So do I blame the recent 'Oh Shit!' moments of 'Duh?' on lack of sleep or poor sleep or some mental erosion of the thought process? I'd like to think I could still act in an emergency, at least adequately enough to avoid harm to myself or those around me... I'd like to think...
So last week I brought the kids to Spring Brooks Park in Bedford. We're in the wading pool area and there's a mom with a bunch of kids around 3-5 and one 15 month-old. Yeah... Don't worry; everyone was okay. She parenting the 3-year-old when a woman yells from across (across!) the water, "Oh my God! Is he okay?!"
I'm 3 feet from the little one who's face down in the water with his little feet scrambling to grab the bottom. It's only about 18 inches deep at this point. I stared; in my mind I stuttered with what action to take.
Pick him up you idiot!
His mother crossed twice the distance (yes, she was that distant) and grabbed him. He was panicked but perfectly fine. She was astounded it even happened. I didn't know who to slap first. Thank God for the infant instinct to hold one's breath when water hits one's face. It's how those diehard swim instructors train 6 month-olds to swim.
Okay, I'm not too hard on myself for that non-reaction, but I'd have thought I'd have done better. I think what held me back was, "Oh, he'll freak if a stranger picks him up." Any thought besides Pick him up! is stupid really but I was over it soon enough. After all, it was one event. Well, then today happened.
I was cooking breakfast, scrambled eggs (might've had a few brain cells in the pan), when I noticed a little smoke. Looked like something was burning off the element. Lifted to check because what if it was something bigger, right? Nope, nothing. Eggs halfway there: tons of smoke.
Crap! Pull the pan off the- Holy F$@%!
A little campfire erupted on our stove. I can only say little since Jesse campfires are, well... So I brain-stutter and then turn off the element and try to formulate a thought while realizing the fire extinguisher is packed up downstairs.
Put... something... over... find... metal...
"JESSE!!"
Thank God he hadn't put his earplugs in for the day to sleep.
He came out groggily, "Wha...?"
"Fire on the stove!"
"Oh Shit!" He whipped out our big metal mixing bowl and smothered it in a second. Then the smoke detector went off.
"Thanks," I muttered to it.
He yanked it down, pulling out the batteries and opened all the windows and turned on the fan. I explained that I hadn't seen anything on the element or the frying pan to catch fire. He then lifted the bowl with oven mitts to find a pool of oil or grease in the base. Neither of us expected that. Needless to say the stove got pulled apart and cleaned tonight.
So next week we'll be away at Creation Northeast. May God help whoever has to save me or those around me then! Who knows? Maybe I'll have found my instincts by then. Best of luck to all in my presence!
So last week I brought the kids to Spring Brooks Park in Bedford. We're in the wading pool area and there's a mom with a bunch of kids around 3-5 and one 15 month-old. Yeah... Don't worry; everyone was okay. She parenting the 3-year-old when a woman yells from across (across!) the water, "Oh my God! Is he okay?!"
I'm 3 feet from the little one who's face down in the water with his little feet scrambling to grab the bottom. It's only about 18 inches deep at this point. I stared; in my mind I stuttered with what action to take.
Pick him up you idiot!
His mother crossed twice the distance (yes, she was that distant) and grabbed him. He was panicked but perfectly fine. She was astounded it even happened. I didn't know who to slap first. Thank God for the infant instinct to hold one's breath when water hits one's face. It's how those diehard swim instructors train 6 month-olds to swim.
Okay, I'm not too hard on myself for that non-reaction, but I'd have thought I'd have done better. I think what held me back was, "Oh, he'll freak if a stranger picks him up." Any thought besides Pick him up! is stupid really but I was over it soon enough. After all, it was one event. Well, then today happened.
I was cooking breakfast, scrambled eggs (might've had a few brain cells in the pan), when I noticed a little smoke. Looked like something was burning off the element. Lifted to check because what if it was something bigger, right? Nope, nothing. Eggs halfway there: tons of smoke.
Crap! Pull the pan off the- Holy F$@%!
A little campfire erupted on our stove. I can only say little since Jesse campfires are, well... So I brain-stutter and then turn off the element and try to formulate a thought while realizing the fire extinguisher is packed up downstairs.
Put... something... over... find... metal...
"JESSE!!"
Thank God he hadn't put his earplugs in for the day to sleep.
He came out groggily, "Wha...?"
"Fire on the stove!"
"Oh Shit!" He whipped out our big metal mixing bowl and smothered it in a second. Then the smoke detector went off.
"Thanks," I muttered to it.
He yanked it down, pulling out the batteries and opened all the windows and turned on the fan. I explained that I hadn't seen anything on the element or the frying pan to catch fire. He then lifted the bowl with oven mitts to find a pool of oil or grease in the base. Neither of us expected that. Needless to say the stove got pulled apart and cleaned tonight.
So next week we'll be away at Creation Northeast. May God help whoever has to save me or those around me then! Who knows? Maybe I'll have found my instincts by then. Best of luck to all in my presence!
Kitty Litter
Well, some of you might have heard we've 'rescued' a kitten. Really Jesse just got one and hid it in the backyard until I came home. Okay... supposedly she appeared on the back steps and really she's too cute to pass up. My daughter says she was a gift from Samuel (our sponsor child in Brazil) or that maybe she's Samuel's kitty and got lost. Yeah... cute honey but not so much. Long story short: did some research, figured she's about 8 weeks old, fed her some tuna (had nothing else and it was nighttime), made her a shoebox bed, and... drum roll... she has a name. It's over folks.
I was, however, the voice of reason and I did demand signs be made and posted about a 'Found Kitten.' I posted them this morning and we have a vet appointment Thursday afternoon. If we don't hear from anyone by then, we'll go ahead and call her our own. I kind of think she's already doing that. I know Bekah and Jesse are anyway. We have Kitten Chow and a disposable litter box now. I told the kids she was visiting until her mommy and daddy find her. If they didn't find her then we'd keep her but we couldn't buy her things until then. I am taken, but I'm also thinking ahead.
Trouble is, we wanted to have a dog and cat at the same time to let them equally become part of the family. We also wanted to wait for the kids to be old enough to help take care of them. Did I lose out here? Yeah kind of since I now want a puppy, but I don't imagine that's going to appear on the back steps anytime soon. Oh well, one pet at a time I guess. Really I wanted a dog and Jesse wanted a cat... I suppose the boy was overdue for a break.
I was, however, the voice of reason and I did demand signs be made and posted about a 'Found Kitten.' I posted them this morning and we have a vet appointment Thursday afternoon. If we don't hear from anyone by then, we'll go ahead and call her our own. I kind of think she's already doing that. I know Bekah and Jesse are anyway. We have Kitten Chow and a disposable litter box now. I told the kids she was visiting until her mommy and daddy find her. If they didn't find her then we'd keep her but we couldn't buy her things until then. I am taken, but I'm also thinking ahead.
Trouble is, we wanted to have a dog and cat at the same time to let them equally become part of the family. We also wanted to wait for the kids to be old enough to help take care of them. Did I lose out here? Yeah kind of since I now want a puppy, but I don't imagine that's going to appear on the back steps anytime soon. Oh well, one pet at a time I guess. Really I wanted a dog and Jesse wanted a cat... I suppose the boy was overdue for a break.
Ingredients for the Perfect Smile
Today we had more Adventures in Baking with Bekah and VJ. I turned my head for a second (you just uhoh'ed, right?) and Bekah had unraveled the sugar bag and stuffed a fistful in her mouth. Yeaaahhhh.... like she needs it. After a great day at the park with our moms' group, the day went downhill in the way of tantrums and the like. On the flip side the cookies were a huge hit at work. What's more is that I'm planning on doing some more baking on a regular basis, which means getting a better handle on the lit'uns' attitudes.
Well that's one challenge; another is finding more weekend in the weekend. This past weekend was, well, less than thrilling. Bills weren't tight; they were screwed. We didn't have enough. Period. Jesse, in desperation, picked up a last minute overtime shift. That was Saturday evening/night. To no surprise he was crap on Sunday. I wanted to be mad at him (I was sort of), but I couldn't really be. I made him choose whether or not to take the shift and I knew we needed it. I had to do a lot of sighing and think, This isn't forever. Next weekend maybe we'll get to see that movie that came out last Friday that we've been dying to see. All it's going to take is a babysitter, but it's hard to ask sometimes.
Another challenge: Deciding when to ask, what to ask, how often to ask, because we really do need to ask sometimes. Whether it's a few hours of babysitting, some time to hang out, or even money, it's hard to ask all the time. Don't get me wrong: we don't ask for money. Sometimes I feel like we might as well sometimes though. My parents are paying for the rooms when we go to my cousin's wedding in Annapolis this summer with the notion that we'll pay what we can towards it. Really, if they were a business and we were clients, we'd be beyond collection. I can only hope we'll be able to help our kids out like this someday, or at least pay back my parents somehow... with the hopes that our children won't need the help.
So I guess it's all in mindset and attitude. When she shoved that fistful of sugar in her mouth, two things needed to happen: I needed to not freak on her and she needed repercussions to enforce that it was not okay. We skipped her turn and she freaked, but I ignored her cries and settled them when her next turn came along. I chose to not physically drag the BFF from bed to watch the movie we'd Red-boxed Sunday night and fought to not be too disappointed in our lack of weekend. The week goes by pretty quickly. I know if we miss seeing this movie in the theaters we can Red-box it later (although if opportunity arises we will find a sitter). We are blessed with a house, beautiful and healthy children, supportive parents, and a truly great friendship. Jesse and I may tease the crap out of each, but he's the first one I go to when I'm uncertain of anything. We vent to one another, lean on each other, and really couldn't imagine anyone else putting up with our personalities. When we have time, we can still laugh, still sigh, still talk about our kids' latest bizarre moments, and we're still in love in a world where that's a shady subject.
So I got a little corny at the end... What'd you expect with a title like that? Okay so what am I going to bake next...?
Well that's one challenge; another is finding more weekend in the weekend. This past weekend was, well, less than thrilling. Bills weren't tight; they were screwed. We didn't have enough. Period. Jesse, in desperation, picked up a last minute overtime shift. That was Saturday evening/night. To no surprise he was crap on Sunday. I wanted to be mad at him (I was sort of), but I couldn't really be. I made him choose whether or not to take the shift and I knew we needed it. I had to do a lot of sighing and think, This isn't forever. Next weekend maybe we'll get to see that movie that came out last Friday that we've been dying to see. All it's going to take is a babysitter, but it's hard to ask sometimes.
Another challenge: Deciding when to ask, what to ask, how often to ask, because we really do need to ask sometimes. Whether it's a few hours of babysitting, some time to hang out, or even money, it's hard to ask all the time. Don't get me wrong: we don't ask for money. Sometimes I feel like we might as well sometimes though. My parents are paying for the rooms when we go to my cousin's wedding in Annapolis this summer with the notion that we'll pay what we can towards it. Really, if they were a business and we were clients, we'd be beyond collection. I can only hope we'll be able to help our kids out like this someday, or at least pay back my parents somehow... with the hopes that our children won't need the help.
So I guess it's all in mindset and attitude. When she shoved that fistful of sugar in her mouth, two things needed to happen: I needed to not freak on her and she needed repercussions to enforce that it was not okay. We skipped her turn and she freaked, but I ignored her cries and settled them when her next turn came along. I chose to not physically drag the BFF from bed to watch the movie we'd Red-boxed Sunday night and fought to not be too disappointed in our lack of weekend. The week goes by pretty quickly. I know if we miss seeing this movie in the theaters we can Red-box it later (although if opportunity arises we will find a sitter). We are blessed with a house, beautiful and healthy children, supportive parents, and a truly great friendship. Jesse and I may tease the crap out of each, but he's the first one I go to when I'm uncertain of anything. We vent to one another, lean on each other, and really couldn't imagine anyone else putting up with our personalities. When we have time, we can still laugh, still sigh, still talk about our kids' latest bizarre moments, and we're still in love in a world where that's a shady subject.
So I got a little corny at the end... What'd you expect with a title like that? Okay so what am I going to bake next...?
In Dreams...
Do you remember your dreams? Do you have dreams? Okay, everyone dreams, we need to in order to process our lives, but not everyone remembers them. Lately my dreams have lingered on the surface of my sleep night after night. I can even (sometimes) go back to them after waking to take Bekah potty and convince her it's still nighttime. Here's the thing: How valid are dreams anyway?
Some say dreams are a gateway to our subconscious, with which I agree. Some also say they're a gateway to an alternate consciousness which may allow us to travel beyond what our physical bodies can experience in this life. Food for thought. I've tried to go to sleep hoping, even expecting certain kinds of dreams; dreams with answers to difficult questions, dreams with clarity, dreams of escape. Sometimes I get sort of what I had asked for, though I'm disappointed with the result. A while ago, I prayed for an answer to a lingering hope which I've nurtured (perhaps beyond what's right) since my infancy. That night, I dreamed of my son playing on the living room floor happily. I knew what this dream was telling me: For now, focus on him. I was kind of bummed but I got the message and stop asking about said 'thing.'
The other night I dreamed of an elephant which I was going to consume with the help of a few guys. They were my guides and were showing me how to handle this creature piece at a time. While the pressing matter within the dream seemed something else entirely, I recalled mostly the elephant upon waking and knew this: I had a lot to take in now (or soon) and I would have help 'digesting' it all. Of course in the dream it wasn't weird that I was going to eat an elephant... while moving about in ankle to knee deep water. Yeah... I'm good at remembering dreams.
So that's interpretation, which by the way happens best through the dreamer more than by any book or expert. You know what things mean to you. You know how you felt in the dream, regardless how bizarre the description of the dream seems in waking hours. So what about the other consciousness part? I do believe in that as well. I believe we can be reached, when it's time and when we're ready, by things beyond our physical and waking ability. I've dreamed of those who have moved on from this world. I've made peace, been reassured. I know others who have experienced this as well. Today, I may have sort of promised a coworker that when she was ready... Well, it felt right to say and I'd said it before I knew it. I'm sure this will be; He's never let me down before.
My children dream now, quite vividly sometimes. With Bekah, the descriptions usually include dinosaurs but then again she's awake by then and quite the story-teller. She has intense dreams sometimes and I'm sure it's just that she's finding her way through that world now, a toddler realizing she can gain footing and move about this strange place of her own volition. As a toddler learning to walk may slip and falls at times, so she becomes frustrated and tosses and cries out in her sleep. I try to talk to her about her dreams when I come to her, unless she can calm herself. I wonder if she'll remember these dreams later in life as I remember a few from my childhood. I hope she does; they have more to teach upon looking back than they could at the time. I had a better understanding of what my dreams were saying and now can better interpret the more complicated dreams of my adulthood.
I don't always dream what I want to dream, and too often it's interrupted by crying children, but sometimes I so look forward to dreaming that I don't fall asleep easily. Speaking of which, sleep sounds good about now even though it's only 10:20pm. Hmmm... might be an early night tonight.
Dream well my friends.
Some say dreams are a gateway to our subconscious, with which I agree. Some also say they're a gateway to an alternate consciousness which may allow us to travel beyond what our physical bodies can experience in this life. Food for thought. I've tried to go to sleep hoping, even expecting certain kinds of dreams; dreams with answers to difficult questions, dreams with clarity, dreams of escape. Sometimes I get sort of what I had asked for, though I'm disappointed with the result. A while ago, I prayed for an answer to a lingering hope which I've nurtured (perhaps beyond what's right) since my infancy. That night, I dreamed of my son playing on the living room floor happily. I knew what this dream was telling me: For now, focus on him. I was kind of bummed but I got the message and stop asking about said 'thing.'
The other night I dreamed of an elephant which I was going to consume with the help of a few guys. They were my guides and were showing me how to handle this creature piece at a time. While the pressing matter within the dream seemed something else entirely, I recalled mostly the elephant upon waking and knew this: I had a lot to take in now (or soon) and I would have help 'digesting' it all. Of course in the dream it wasn't weird that I was going to eat an elephant... while moving about in ankle to knee deep water. Yeah... I'm good at remembering dreams.
So that's interpretation, which by the way happens best through the dreamer more than by any book or expert. You know what things mean to you. You know how you felt in the dream, regardless how bizarre the description of the dream seems in waking hours. So what about the other consciousness part? I do believe in that as well. I believe we can be reached, when it's time and when we're ready, by things beyond our physical and waking ability. I've dreamed of those who have moved on from this world. I've made peace, been reassured. I know others who have experienced this as well. Today, I may have sort of promised a coworker that when she was ready... Well, it felt right to say and I'd said it before I knew it. I'm sure this will be; He's never let me down before.
My children dream now, quite vividly sometimes. With Bekah, the descriptions usually include dinosaurs but then again she's awake by then and quite the story-teller. She has intense dreams sometimes and I'm sure it's just that she's finding her way through that world now, a toddler realizing she can gain footing and move about this strange place of her own volition. As a toddler learning to walk may slip and falls at times, so she becomes frustrated and tosses and cries out in her sleep. I try to talk to her about her dreams when I come to her, unless she can calm herself. I wonder if she'll remember these dreams later in life as I remember a few from my childhood. I hope she does; they have more to teach upon looking back than they could at the time. I had a better understanding of what my dreams were saying and now can better interpret the more complicated dreams of my adulthood.
I don't always dream what I want to dream, and too often it's interrupted by crying children, but sometimes I so look forward to dreaming that I don't fall asleep easily. Speaking of which, sleep sounds good about now even though it's only 10:20pm. Hmmm... might be an early night tonight.
Dream well my friends.
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