I’ve never been one to remember my dreams. Most of the time, I don’t even realize I have dreamed. But the other night, I dreamed that one of my children died and it was so realistic and vivid that I was awake for about five minutes, still in this unbelievably deep state of mourning and lamenting before I realized it had been a dream.
As I type this, just remembering it is filling my heart with grief. It will be a long time, I think, before I can fully shed these dark feelings.
I’d like to encourage you, if you can, to put your phone down, put your tablet down, shut your laptop lid, get up from your desk – and go find your kids. Hug them tight, kiss their temples, tell them how much you love them. Let go of the stress of day-to-day life and parenting and reclaim that abundance of joy that you felt when they were first born and all you wanted to do was sit and stare at their faces all day.
It’s easy to get caught up in our days and lose that. Life intercedes. Be intentional today.