Sunday, April 29, 2012

Even His Dreams Are Different

A sweet, sleeping Skeletor.

     Last night, as usual, Skeletor burst into our room around two in the morning, and jumped headlong into bed with us.  This is so normal, neither I nor Captain Gingerbeard even moved.  However, something kind of special happened this morning when Skeletor woke up.  He opened his eyes, yawned and proceeded to tell me about the nightmare he had.  He described his sisters as zombies, skeletons sitting in chairs and having tea parties, and a whole monster house.  When he finished his story, I did my best caring, consoling mommy routine. 
     "Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry you had a bad dream," I said, as I caressed his hair lovingly.
     But then I looked more closely at his face.  He was smiling.  He was more than smiling, even, he was grinning from ear to ear.  Because my child was not describing a nightmare.  He was describing what seemed to be one of the best dreams of his life.  And, I was touched that he wanted to share it with me, as best he could.
      We are new to this whole crazy world of developmental disorders and doctors and therapists.  But, we are learning.  In fact, we pretty much learn something new about our son and his condition every day.  But, today's little peek into Skeletor's world seemed even more intimate than usual.  I can't explain it.  I can't put it into words.  All I can say is that I am thankful for that shared moment with my son this morning.  Even though he pushed his tiny, Flinstone feet into my back all night long.


  1. Hmm...that's quite a dream. It would have scared the crap out of me!

  2. My 5 yo LOVES skeletons and ghosts and mummies and and and...
    The Nightmare Before Christmas was played from September to January when I finally said it was going away until next October. (The soundtrack still gets requested in the car.) His Kindergarten teacher looked at me one day and told me he needed to stop writing his book reports about scary things. What's a mom to do?

  3. Is this like those men who have two different families in different states? Are we sharing a child?