I don't sleep too great at night now that I'm post-menopausal. And, when I do sleep, I'm not a big "dreamer." At least not dreams that I remember. I read somewhere that we actually dream pretty much every night, but we just don't remember them all. Perhaps there's mercy in that somehow.
The dreams that I do remember the next morning are almost always about my children, my two sons. I think most moms can relate to that — our kids are just always in our heart, mind, thoughts, and dreams. But, here's the interesting thing I'm finding ...
My sons are now in their 30s, grown men with children, but in all my dreams, they are still little boys. Always, 100 percent of the time. They are little guys, usually around 7 or 8 years old. And in these dreams, I am trying to get to them, save them, take care of them — somehow they need me and, often, I'm frustrated trying to get to them. I can't say these are really nightmares. Generally, nothing horrible ever happens. I just need to take care of my boys.
Now, I don't think it takes a Ph.D. in psychology to "interpret" these dreams. Clearly, these dreams are reflective of the "once a mom, always a mom" phenomenon. You never stop worrying about your kids, no matter how old they are. But, I'm curious: Soes this ever happen to anybody else? Do you have grown kids, but yet in your dreams they are still little'?