Last night I dreamt that our adoption agency decided we weren't quite ready to raise a child, so they placed a baby goldfinch with us instead. Though it wasn't quite what we expected, we took our new parenting role seriously. We fell in love with our little bird. For the duration of the dream, our bird remained nameless, as - much like real life - we could not agree on a suitable name. As a new "mother" I was already fretting over when the chick would begin to fly. I guess, subconsciously, I'm already trying to come to terms with being left behind by the children we have yet to raise.
Slightly premature, I know. But anyhow, it was a fun dream.
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