These dreams...

Why do we dream? And even knowing why we dream, I still have to wonder why we dream what we do? 

As long as I can remember, I've dreamed very vivid dreams. Some good, some not, but always vivid and usually very memorable. Usually, my dreams are also varied with more good or strange than bad, but lately I've been dreaming, what I'd consider, bad dreams.

The last few weeks, the dreams have been about my children and harm befalling them. Why am I dreaming this way? I love my boys with all my heart and these dreams have me waking up crying, sweating, and with a rapid heartbeat. What the heck is up with that?

Because none of my dreams have ever come true, I am not one of those who believes that dreams are a portent of the future. I do, however, wonder if dreams are a way for your brain to work through everything you're thinking and feeling.

I've been thinking about my boys a lot, and like most mothers, I worry about them. They are both out of the house now, and kind of on their own. I want them to be successful and independent, but there's always going to be that part of me that worries and I think, perhaps, my dreams are mirroring my worry (albeit in rather odd ways).

I guess the only way to dream happier things about my children is to have faith that I've done the best I can to raise them to be the men I've always hoped they'd be. I hope they know how much they mean to me and that I want them to be happy and successful, even if I don't say it every minute of every day.

Hug your kids, tell them you love them, raise them with good morals and manners, and then when the time is right, let them go to spread their wings! And, remember to value every moment and be in that moment because, before you know it, they will be grown and things will be different. Just remember that they still love you! (that last bit is as much for me as for you!)