I find dreams quite powerful because there’s a message being sent to me.
Last night I dreamt about my Mother. Before I go into the details a bit of history...
I’m the 3rd of four children. My Mom had a handful raising us. Mom and I never really ‘clicked.’ That is I know she loved me as her child but we never did mesh. I’ve learned later in life there’s nothing wrong with that. Some people mesh and some don’t. That’s part of the human condition.
I grew up with depression. My Mother never understood that. She was always a “come on and get happy” kind of person. She was a social butterfly and very popular in the community. When I would fall into my depressions and needed my Mommy to comfort me, I’d get a door slammed in my face and that’s that. She was never there to help me when I’d fall into a black hole.
Yet... there were those moments I remember when she did express appreciation. They were few and far between. At age 5, after we ate dinner it was just she and I at the dinner table. She looked at me and said out of the blue, “One day you will be on stage... so handsome and everyone will be applauding for you.” ... And years later when I was in my latter teens, she was driving (just the two of us) and I was sitting in the passenger seat. We were both silent, yet she reached over and stroked my hand. I was taken by surprise and said, “Thanks Mom, I really needed that.”
Over the years Mom and I still never clicked but at times she would give me these brief momentary gestures of love....out of the blue... taking me completely by surprise.
Eventually I moved many miles away from home. About three years ago, the day before my mother passed away I was told to get on a plane, that there’s not much time left. The next morning my Hubby and I flew down and arrived at the hospital. There she was lying frail in the bed pretty far gone. I walked up to the bed and said, “Hi Mom. It’s Michael. I love you.” She opened her eyes and smiled. Only for a brief moment. Then shortly after she passed away. She waited for me. What an honor that was.
Now back to last night’s dream. This time I’m driving and Mom is in the passenger’s seat and looks at me and says, “I’m so glad you’re here.” Then I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. A very short dream but a sweet one.
This morning it makes me think that even if I only had a few small brief moments of affection from my Mother over the years... isn’t that what life is about? I mean there’s so many brief moments out there that are heartwarming. They can be the smallest and simplest things, yet quite fulfilling and heartwarming.
Thank you for reading my share. Please join me in cherishing those wonderful small moments in life that are out there for us to enjoy.
-MZ ❤️