So I had a horrible dream last night.
Max (turning 12 in two weeks and has she been talking about that a lot?) and The Rose (who’ll be 9 in about three months) and I were rushing to get somewhere. And we were going through the most gorgeous field of flowers I’d ever seen—and I don’t care about flowers in the slightest. But these were just magnificent, truly stunning. And the field was enormous, stretching far further than the eye could see.
But we couldn’t appreciate it, because we were late. So we had to hurry though it, not having any time to stop and smell the roses. And we travel and we travel and we’re rushing and we finally get where we’re going: a huge cruise ship.
And we rush onboard and get to the enormous waiting room/check-in area. And we’re only about a minute late, so I hurry to get them registered and I do then look around and think for a second that I won’t be able to find them again. But I do, they’re there, and then they come up to me and give me a hug and say goodbye and that they’ll see me in a few weeks.
And I’m standing there going, but...but...no. I don’t want you to go. We have to find your cabin and I need to carry your luggage there and we haven’t found the restrooms yet and what if you have to go the bathrroom and you’re going on a cruise ship for two weeks and I haven’t really adequately prepared Max for how to deal with scoundrels like the young me was and I’m just not ready, dammit.
I was very pleased to then wake up and find it was a dream. 5:15 in the am and I was glad to be awake.
So. Totally random dream or if you squint really really really hard can you maybe see some sorta subtext there?
I don't think you even have to squint to see that one!
Posted by: Theresa | Thursday, May 24, 2007 at 08:29 PM
Nope. No squinting needed here. :-)
Posted by: Karen E. | Friday, May 25, 2007 at 09:04 AM
Sadly, all too real. I used to tell Dennis that we had eight years with each of our children to make a difference. Eight years of their undivided attention when the people that they would want to be with, listen to, and respect more than any other would be us. Now that Ellie is nearly nine, I am hoping that I was a bit conservative in my estimate. But still...those fields of flowers are flying by.
It did take me awhile to get past the "not caring about flowers part". Knocked the wind right out of me.
Posted by: sarah | Friday, May 25, 2007 at 11:06 AM
you bastard . . . it may seem like a squint to you . . . but it feels like a sharp stick in the eye to me
Posted by: Susan | Friday, May 25, 2007 at 02:33 PM
heh heh
guess where I am?
kisses
JSP
Posted by: Susan | Friday, May 25, 2007 at 02:34 PM
I don't like dropping my girls off at the mall. (You won't either.)
The cruise ship will be much worse. : (
Posted by: T-baby | Friday, May 25, 2007 at 06:48 PM
nah - for Scott, the cruise ship will be easier than the mall . . .
Posted by: Jay | Saturday, May 26, 2007 at 11:34 AM
"...how to deal with scoundrels like the young me was ..."
I know EXACTLY what you mean! Yikes!
Posted by: Ed | Saturday, May 26, 2007 at 03:05 PM
I just noticed that Jay was posting under my name. I don't drop my girls off at the mall. In Ottawa, though, I understand they have a whole underground series of tunnels so that you can cross large portions of the city without having to go out into the winter air. That would take some getting used to.
Posted by: Susan | Sunday, May 27, 2007 at 04:19 PM