For the last two or three years, I have had frequent dreams that my fully grown-up children are babies and toddlers again. Some of the dreams have only one child, some have more. Most of the time, they are cute and cuddly, running around and playing nicely, sometimes they are bratty and whiny and crying (just like they were then). Last night's dream involved only one baby - a sort of composite of all of them. I was first holding him on my lap, and then he was drawing nicely with crayons and paper, sitting in a high chair. A sweet dream, and it was nice to be a young mother again briefly.
Two of my boys have birthdays this month, so that childhood in my dreams is getting even further behind us. Doesn't it seem strange sometimes to look at these adults and realize that you have actually created them, that you brought them into the world, changed diapers, rocked them to sleep, helped with homework, and so on and so on. And you never stop worrying about them.
Yes, I know there are only 4 kids in the "before" pictures, but Son3 (the big guy in the white shirt) only came along 6 years later.
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