I don't often remember my dreams, but the other night I had two vivid ones. In the first, I was moving across campus of my alma mater to a northside dorm. I was hauling my pillow and other things down the sidewalk. While doing this I was bit by a raccoon, which refused to let go. I was not hurt or scared by this in my dream, but rather annoyed. Bizarre.
The other dream was not bizarre, rather, it was beautiful.
I was outside somewhere with Bug and he was jumping. He was effortlessly jumping on the sidewalk, with feet clearly above the ground in perfect preschooler jumping form. He was smiling and having a wonderful time. In my dream I remember thinking, "He is jumping!" amazed at this new skill, and then simultaneously in my dream I was thinking this was how it always had been. I woke up in the morning vaguely remembering the jumping dream, but vividly remembering that stupid raccoon.
But then I was working with Bugaboo on the therapy ball and the stepstool, and my dream came rushing back to me.My child who cannot jump, even though he's been working on it for such a long time, had been delighted to jump in my dream. He was beautiful and free and unhindered by cerebral palsy and autism.
I do not know what to do with that dream which on one hand brought me such joy, but now in the daylight makes me weep. Someday Bug will run and jump and play in all the ways we were designed to because someday we will live in a land of no disease or sadness or sin. And it will be glorious.