I head a funny noise in my room last night. It was dark, late and I am blind as a bat with out my glasses. I sat straight up in bed, jabbed Joe with my pointer finger, and asked if he heard anything.
Apparently it was just me.
As I am settling back in, and just as my dream begins to mix with reality, I heard it again. I popped up, "Miss Sadie? Are you in here?" I heard her distinct little voice moan from the foot of my bed on the floor.
"I broke my foot, Mama."
"What do you mean you broke your foot, are you alright?"
"And there are fish in my room." She has never walked in her sleep before, so I couldn't decide if she was asleep, or just confused as to what was reality and what was a dream--a very abstract concept for a three-year-old. I reached over the edge of the bed and pulled her little limp body over the foot, and in between Joe and I. She gratefully reached under both of our necks and pulled us in close to her face, as she snuggled under our big blue comforter. There she slept.
The next morning, I asked her to recall why she was in my room in the dark the night before, (long thoughtful pause) "... because SWIPER was in my room." The story had changed. Clearly she didn't remember hurting her foot, or the fish.
1 comments:
What a picture! Miss that little girl.
Just got internet and got caught up on your blog. Sounds like things are good and crazy (joe joe's lungs). I also missed you and your great parenting things, like the "Gunny" sac. Where do you come up with it? I need daily emails of all your tactics and advice, and the creative things you do.
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