Lachlan slept through the night.  He didn’t peep until around 8:30 this morning, saying he was cold.  I covered him with ‘penguin blanket,’ and he went back to sleep. Surprisingly, I slept too.  Of course I woke a few times and, upon realizing he had not stirred, leapt from the bed to stare at him and make sure he was okay.  Each time I was treated to one of the most beautiful visions a Mommy could ever see; her child sleeping peacefully.  In my book, it’s right next to seeing their smile or hearing their laugh; and it’s the closest you can get to an earthly angel.

While I was having the luxury of sleep, I actually drifted into dreams.  So rare for me.  For most Mommies probably.  I dreamt of Callum’s, and one day Lachlan’s, school.  There was an activity taking place.  Lots of people around.  A group of boys maybe twelve years old was huddled on the sidewalk.  A few had their shirts off.  All looked sweaty.  Some drinking from water bottles.  One shirtless boy was down on one knee amongst the group.  He was resting his elbow on the other knee and drinking from his bottle.  He looked towards me, but not directly at me.  I knew that he was mine.  I watched him. Confident.  Comfortable with the group.  Dang good-looking.  (!)  Beautiful eyes.  My mind was thinking I was watching Callum.  Then the boy turned just a tiny bit to look at someone to his right.  I saw markings on his back.  Radiation markings.  I was watching Lachlan.  I woke immediately, against my own will.  I wanted to stay and watch him.  I wished so badly that I could go back to the dream and speak with him.  Hear his voice.  Tell him that I will be back in ten years to share this moment with him again on a terrestrial plane.

Why did I dream this?  Is it merely a dream?  I’ve had premonitions before.  Another prayer goes up.  And another.  When you dream of being a rock star it is pretty clear what path you have to take.  When you dream of owning your own home or business it is pretty clear what path you have to take.  When you dream of seeing your two year old laugh with friends when he’s twelve…..it should only be a matter of waiting ten years.  How do I make this dream come true?  We have been down all the paths already.   Something is telling me to get out a machete and make a new one.  Actually, a machete takes too long.  I need a bush hog.  Dear Lord, Please send me a bush hog!

‘Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue.  And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.’    ~E.Y. Harburg