Lately I’ve been having nightmares every night about my failure as a parent. Stupid things. But obviously my sub-conscious wants me to work something out.
This morning I told my dad my latest nightmare. He shook his head with a grin because it wasn’t much of a nightmare.
Tornado A: Mama, are you worried?
Me: Yes, baby.
Tornado A: About what?
Me: About you boys and being a good mother.
Tornado A gave me a solemn nod and ran off.
Later as I finished getting dressed, Tornado A sat on my bed.
Tornado A: Mama, make sure you sleep on this pillow.
He pulled it back to show me the tiny worry doll from his set that I got him months ago from the Grand Canyon.
I gave him a hug and kiss.
Me: Thank you, baby.