On a good day, parenting will test the integrity of your character. On a bad day, parenting will test your will to live. Parenting children with trauma histories will cause you to test the integrity of everything and everyone you thought you knew, for the rest of your life.
~J. Skrobisz

Friday, April 22, 2011


I dreamed of Sissy last night. She was a baby again, sitting on the dressing table. She was combative and resisting my efforts to dress her. She screamed and kicked and pitched a huge fit about every dress or outfit I pulled out of the closet. I tried to talk them up and convince her, I even surrendered the objective of making her look pretty and opted for putting on whatever she was willing to wear. No dice. Just screaming and resistance.

I wish I could say that dream was a fabrication of fear and stress except it's a reality. She really did things like that. Even as a baby.

Then I woke up this morning from a dream about AB. He was standing on a rocky cliff that stood over the Pacific ocean, the sun setting on the water's horizon. He was wearing nothing but his swim trunks. I had the impression that he intended to jump from that height to swim in the ocean.

I don't know what that means. I only know that right now he's fast, happy, super loving and affectionate and giddy.

Dreams are weird.


Seven From Heaven said...

I've had some real weird dreams lately too. Not sure why.

GB's Mom said...

Thinking of you.