Do you ever have dreams where you are agonizingly aware that you’re dreaming and you try desperately to wake yourself up? When I’m getting freaked out in a dream I can usually concentrate really hard on peeling my eyes open and somehow I manage to. The other night I dreamt I was in the middle of this waterscape – lagoons and ponds and quagmires everywhere, this was unsettling me because crocodiles have a habit of surfacing in my watery dreams, so I began to focus all my energies on waking. I was rubbing my eyes hard as walruses lumbered out of the water and fish flip-flopped around, I expanded my eyes as wide as they would go as little ‘gators and grey crocs began to emerge. I tried everything I could with all my might, but I was trapped there in my dream, uneasy and struggling at the mercy of all that was unfolding before me. Then, with one small brush of my babies face against me, I was as wide awake as I could possibly be, in a nanosecond.
It’s amazing how tuned in a mother is to her babies needs. So many times I have woken from sleep a moment before Isaiah’s form appears in my dark doorway or a moment before he begins to turn my doorknob or just before he calls out “Marm”.
Mmmm, I’m enjoying a big steamy thermal of coffee with a generous slurping of frangelico, it’s delicious. Would you like? I don’t think it will cause a malfunction of our motherly intuition…maybe a smidgen, but I doubt it.
Please don't rain, please don't rain, please don't rain...