It was one of those days I just wanted to get home and snuggle with my little Princess. I hadn’t seen her much because of extra hours at work to cover for an announcer who was on medical leave, and I had a list of things planned for us to do. Continue reading
Being as I have no adult regularly sharing my bed, often my little angel sleeps with me. Thanks to this I am privy to some precious moments of her in never-never-land and some moments of sadness and terror as her subconscious leads her into lands of bad dreams.
Last night she had a few. And since she’s started talking in her sleep this is what I got:
D: “NO. No no no no.” *sobs*
ME: (because a mother can’t help it) “Shhhhhh. It’s OK baby. Mama’s here.”
D: “No. That is myyyyyy toy. I want it.”
ME: *rubs child’s back* “Shhhh. Baby it’s a dream. Go back to sleep.”
D: “I want the toy” *pause* “And I want the book.”
side note: apparently she is greedy in her dreams and doesn’t want to share.
D: *sob* “I want the swing…. ” insert mumbling gibberish
ME: “Go on the other swing.” *no back rubbing*
D: “Ok.” *sobbing stops*
side note: apparently mommy is learning how to manipulate the dream as it’s happening.
Holidays, for me, are always a little tough. Firstly, because my mother is no longer with us. Secondly, because there is always one (or two) moments where I bemoan being a single parent. Not because you can be ridiculously busy. I’m fine with that. For me, the sadness comes from the loneliness that surrounds a single parent, from not having that other person to share the memory making moment with. Continue reading