Friday, October 24, 2008


Last night my mother met Max in a dream I had. Usually when I dream of her, she is healthy and active, so this dream was unusual for me in that she was clearly sick: she was unable to speak and was in her wheelchair.

I'm not sure about all the details, but I do remember that she was in a big, open, sunny, very nicely decorated living room sitting in her chair, looking very sad and lonely. I walked in holding Max and she slowly lifted her head and smiled. I brought him over to her and placed him in her lap, and grandmother and grandson's eyes met and exchanged smiles. Maybe this was her way of telling me that I'm doing an ok job raising him so far, or maybe she was just telling me that she's here with me, Ted and Max. Maybe it was just a dream that I hadn't had yet because I haven't slept very soundly since I had him. Whatever the meaning behind this, I woke up this morning feeling her close by. I cried a little, and now feel refreshed. I'm glad they "met".

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