Last night, between the many baby wakings and feedings, I
managed to have a dream.
A REAL dream, you know? One that took me out of my bed, out
of my house, out of my mommy-head…
I dreamt that it was New Years Eve, and I was a young
twenty-something whose biggest worry was whether I was going to wear pants or a
skirt when I went out club-hopping with my friends after midnight (after
midnight! When was the last time I was actually OUT after midnight??? Just the
thought of clubbing makes me slightly exhausted). I was acting reckless and silly and… well, younger.
Waking up from the dream was strange. I mean, one minute I'm dancing like a crazy lady among crowds of friends and strobe lights, and the
next minute I am lying in bed in my pajamas, with a toddler snuggled into the deep of my neck and an
infant clinging to my chest, making helicopter-like grunting noises.
My first thought was how much I missed those days, when I
could hang out and get crazy with my other (young) friends for endless hours. I missed wearing short skirts and taking 20 minutes to do my makeup and drinking Bailey's like it was water.
But then I listened
to my babies breathing deeply, and felt the warmth of their tiny bodies next to
mine. And I realized I would gladly trade my dream life, even my really fun, really
young-feeling dream life, for my beautiful mamahood reality.
We can hook a strobe light up in that room over the garage...
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