Bad Dreams

June 11, 2016

 

 

Because we are in baseball play off season, and next week is school spirit week: a repost. And because sometimes life feels like a deja vue and everything happened already. But it didn’t. But it did. Or maybe it was all a bad dream….

 

 

The other night I had a dream (nightmare) that there were two weeks of school left. And I confused Mustache Monday with Wacky Wednesday during school spirit week, except it really was Phillies day. And I was supposed to have everyone in Phillies gear (propaganda). And my son had a baseball playoff game, at dinner time, for the third night in a row. And just as the game was ending, and I am trying to sort out what to feed the hungry and huddled masses I hear the ice cream truck, the haunting sound of the ice cream truck, which can sound like the opening score to a Stephen King movie when it is past dinner time and you are with three hungry children.  And then I was standing in a classroom of fifth graders, with a sheep’s heart, and I don’t even eat meat, but I am there, supposed to be helping, volunteered to be helping. And the room is spinning and closing in on me….

And I wake up, and I am actually in a classroom. And my daughter told me not wear my work clothes because it could get messy (what? what kind of Lord of the Flies bloody mess is this?!) and my youngest thought they were digesting a sheep’s heart, not dissecting a sheep’s heart. And I am shown a photograph by my oldest and assured it won’t be that bad Mom. And it looks like a chicken breast. And I think I am going to be sick. And my son thought it was a goat’s heart. And no one seems to think anything of this. And I think about people who take a stand against these things. Who petition, and stand in lines, and boycott. I think about the sheep, and it’s unfortunate demise. And me. I think about me, and come to one conclusion: love. Living and breathing love, that volunteers, and sits on metal bleachers, and cheers when the game is won, consoles when lost, and creates lists and visual reminders for school spirit week, and buys the rainbow mustaches from the colorful world of Partyland. Love is a verb. Mom is a noun. Class dismissed.

 

 

 

Written by Mary Kate O’Malley

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