Having vivid dreams?
The other night, I went into my son’s room and picked him up.
In real life he’s 6’3″ so right off the bat I knew it was a dream. If you’re a mother of someone in their twenties, dreaming that you can just walk into your child’s room and pick him up is like finding gold under your pillow. The thing to do is keep your mouth shut and keep dreaming.
When I picked him up, he was holding a toy. I could feel the full weight of him in my arms. He was about two years old, and he was smiling at me. And then he put his arms around my neck and I just stood there holding him. Crying.
“Hungry?” I asked him.
“I just want to play now,” he said, looking down at his tiny Lego.
“Can I have one more hug?” I asked him.
“I’ll give you another hug on Tuesday,” he said.