Dreaming

The firefighters and police officers in B'ham have "trading cards" to hand out to kids on the playground. On the back, each card has a brief summary of the officer's vitae and family status, along with a "tip" for the kids. The cards float around the house and pile up like dead leaves on the floor of the playroom. Usually they end up in the trash, but some go into the kids' "special things drawers."

Tonight as I was putting Nigel and Tim to bed, Tim found a card in his drawer and started examining it. As I read Nigel a story, helped him pray, and tucked him in, I heard Tim in the background:

"Hmmm....a chief!"

Long pause.

"Oh. Great tip. Listen, Mom: 'There is a power in your dreams. Use it to make them come true.'"

A few minutes later, I turned around to help Tim pray and found him lying on his bed, gazing up at the ceiling. "Mom," he said thoughtfully, "It just makes me want to ask him, 'Bill, what IS the power in our dreams?'"