September 4, 2003
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I live in
my southern window,
dragging robes of
pollen up and down
the stairs behind
the glass, breaking
flowers into round
rings, setting purple
children back in
rafters. While I
sleep, I dream
of waking.And speaking of dreams,
I had a dream last night that I had abandoned my 7-year-old granddaughter somewhere out in the world during the night and I was trying to find my way back to her. I met a nice family who wanted to be helpful and sent me off with someone in a truck that stopped in at some kind of bomb factory. Just when I was so frantic to get going, I realized I didn’t have to worry, it was only a dream.
Whew. I’m going through some Grandma transitions, that’s for sure. Recently, I let it be known that I needed to spend more time working on my support system and doing some grown-up activities, as opposed to spending every single Saturday with my grandchildren (as I’ve done for 10 years). Being their grandmother is a huge part of my identity, so I feel a little scared about stepping out of that role even a little. Guess I feel guilty, too, or worried, judging from the dream. Any other grandmothers out there with these issues?
Deep Thought: Anybody who has an identity problem had better wise up and get with the program!
