This morning Cherished of God (9) told me she had a bad dream. She dreamed that I, her mother, died. All day long she quietly came up to me to give me more details...quietly so she would not horrify her younger sisters with her nightmare.
Poor dear had been crying after her dream because she thought it was real. She explained that was why she was tired today; because she had been crying from her dream.
She dreamed that a part of my womb fell out. It was on a Mother's Day, and Creative (7) gave me the part of my womb for a present. Cherished of God told her she couldn't give that to me for a present! But I had assured them that I would be okay, with the part of my missing womb.
We were playing outside. I was standing in the back yard over by where the black widows are in our yard. Then I fell over, and died.
It scares me too! This is my nightmare, too, that I would not be here to take care of my children, when they need taking care of.
But oh, I am here. I am here, and I am going to take such good care of my children, my blessings.
Love, love, love.