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Dream that this is enough

Do you ever take walks at night and peer through lit windows, wondering at the lives of other people? I took such a walk recently and I want to tell you about it, because I can’t stop thinking about the family that I saw. Imagining them. Wondering what led them to the life that they have today.

Wondering whether what I glimpsed was typical for them.

It was obviously a special occasion. There was a mother, a little bit too old to have the teenage boy who was altering between humoring her and being annoyed with her. I thought she might have been his grandmother at first, but she wasn’t really old enough for that, and their interactions with one another were obviously those of a mother and her teenager.

She was standing in front of a mirror, in their family room, gently applying cream to the skin around her eyes. Her son was in formalwear, pacing a bit, obviously excited and nervous. While I was watching, the boy’s dad pulled up in a freshly washed car, and entered their home. The first thing he did after walking inside was to pat the boy on the back and slip him some money while mom wasn’t looking.

There were a few unheard exchanges and laughter, some hugs, and some happy tears from mom before the boy left the house with dad’s shiny car keys in hand.

The boy’s parents came out to their porch to wave him off with worried almost-threats to be careful, to be safe, and to come back home after picking Bridget up so they could take photos of the couple before the kids went to dinner with their friends.

It was the boy’s junior prom. As the boy drove off, his parents stood on the front porch together. Dad placed his hand underneath the mother’s chin, making her meet his gaze while tears obviously threatened to overtake her.

“He’ll be fine,” he said to her. “He’ll be okay. If he’s overwhelmed, he’ll remember what to do. Bridget’s dad is working the dance and he’ll keep an eye on both of them.”

She sniffed. He hugged her and kissed her on the head before they sat down, obviously not content to wait for their son’s return indoors. It was a warm and just-right breezy night, so I couldn’t really blame them.

“Do you remember when we thought he’d never have true friends, much less a girlfriend?” the mom said, wiping at her eyes.

“Good Lord, I do, well (sigh/chuckle), I remember you worrying about that, because you worry about everything,” replied the father. “I told you back then that he’d figure out a way to interact, to control himself, and that he’d be big and handsome enough that…”

“Sush,” she said, cutting him off. It was quiet for a few moments. “I worry that once he gets inside, and sees all of those kids, the lights, the noise, that he will become anxious, and lose his words. I worry that he’ll…”

“Hush.” It was the father’s turn to cut her off.

“I just,” she said.

“I know.” he said. “He’s come a long way. I’m glad that you…” His voice drifted off, while he looked away, obviously fighting emotion of his own.

At that point, they both looked up the street, and then a bit into space, into themselves, lost in thought, but seemingly at peace.

The boy’s mother may have been remembering rocking him in the quiet dark nights of infancy, or about his first day of school, and how she cried harder than he did. She may have been remembering his four-year-old hand, growing less toddler-pudgy and more kid-like by the month, wrapped in hers, full of trust and innocence.

His father may have been remembering the extra hours that he worked to pay for the extra things that the boy needed, and would continue to need, due to his autism.

His mother may have been saying silent prayers, thanking life for bringing her the magic that she knows as her son. That her experience, while nothing like she’d imagined it would be, was something that she’d not have traded for the world.

It’s hard to really know what they were thinking. For all I know, they may have been thinking about the recent horrible Super Bowl game.

It’s hard for me to know what they were thinking, because dreams are hazy like that.

When it comes to dreams of the future, and Tucker taking Bridget to junior prom, the details are fuzzy. But in this dream, they both speak, and do so well. They want to go to a dance together. With other kids. They have friends.  They need us, but less than they do now.

Tucker and Bridget in 12 years, maybe.

Tucker and Bridget in 12 years, maybe.

I realize that this dream of mine may not come true. I also realize that it will come true, but in completely different ways than I am able to see today.

My dreams of being a mom once included a little boy who would tell me about his day, have an imagination like Calvin, and say his name properly at the age of 4 ½.

I realize that when my son is junior prom age, that having friends, speaking, dancing, and having Bridget as a date, is today’s dream. I realize that Tucker’s future includes milestone achievements, unknown wonders, and countless new dreams.

That mine does, too.

I dream that this is enough. I dream that whatever new dreams I have, that today, and tomorrow, are always enough. That whatever doesn’t come true reveals what does. That what does come true is always more than enough.

That’s my biggest dream.

What’s yours?

what dreams dont come true reveal those that do_sm                I dream life is enough

This was a Finish the Sentence Friday post. The sentence is “My best dream ever was…” or “I want to tell you…” I used both. I’m awesome like that.
Your supercool wonderful hosts:

Janine: Janine’s Confessions of a Mommyaholic
Kate: Can I get another bottle of whine?
Stephanie: Mommy, for Real
me: finding ninee
Tonight’s co-host is Ryan from That Girl Ryan 

Also, doing tonight’s topic as a vlog was an option but unless I’m singing about Caillou being a little shit, this dream post seemed too heavy for one.

Wait, what? I ain’t playin’?? Ok fine. If you’re gonna be all like “I dare you” and stuff. Here, whiners (feel free to skip, other people):

 

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  • Janine Huldie - Best dream ever and love how Bridget was involved in this dream. I seriously wanted to cry when I read that. I know the sap in me was totally tearing up. But seriously, loved, loved, loved your dream 🙂February 6, 2014 – 10:09 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Thanks, Janine. I got a little teary when I read it to my husband too. Here’s to the inner sap in all of us!February 7, 2014 – 2:14 pmReplyCancel

  • Dana - It took me one paragraph to know where you were going with this post, and then I cried a little for the rest. That is the best dream, and I can’t tell you how much I wish that it comes true. I don’t think our dreams for our children ever happen exactly as we imagined, but they will happen. Loved this, my prompt-posting friend.February 6, 2014 – 10:11 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Aw, I was hoping it wouldn’t be so easily figured out so quickly but I kindof like that it made you cry a little bit (is that really weird?? probably).
      I hope it comes true, too. BUT…I also know that whatever we’re dreaming of in 12 years may be so very different from what I hope for today, ya know?
      Thanks, Dana.February 7, 2014 – 2:16 pmReplyCancel

      • Nina - Don’t worry Kristi… you had me thinking you were eavesdropping for a while there. I was wondering what in the world you were doing standing in front of someone’s house. It was when the family had that extended conversion where I thought, “Wait a minute…”February 11, 2014 – 12:17 amReplyCancel

  • JenKehl - My Skewed View - LOL Kristi! That was totally that funny!!!
    I loved it and even laughed out loud!

    Also, I love your dream. And I know it won’t happen exactly that way, but something just as wonderful will happen. I know that for sure.

    You are an awesome mama.
    TTTX10February 6, 2014 – 10:26 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Thanks, Jen. So glad I made you laugh and you’re right – whatever dreams don’t come true will be replaced by others.
      TTTx10February 7, 2014 – 2:37 pmReplyCancel

  • Kelly L McKenzie - Hahahaha! YES – brilliant vlog added on at the end. Well done you. I laughed out loud – and I remember the joke from earlier in the week when you shared it.
    The ” … realize it’s enough” quote is lovely. May we all dream that.February 6, 2014 – 11:01 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Kelly, thanks so much! I think “brilliant” may be a stretch but I’ll take it. 😀
      And yeah, it’d be wonderful if we could all dream that “it’s enough.”February 7, 2014 – 2:40 pmReplyCancel

  • Deb @ Urban Moo Cow - You made me cry again. Like the big tears. I no watch your vlogFebruary 6, 2014 – 11:11 pmReplyCancel

  • Deb @ Urban Moo Cow - lolFebruary 6, 2014 – 11:14 pmReplyCancel

  • Deb @ Urban Moo Cow - watcheditFebruary 6, 2014 – 11:15 pmReplyCancel

  • donofalltrades - hahahaha, love the joke! I knew it was hilarious and it totally was!!! Ok, well I’m off to pass out now…lol.February 6, 2014 – 11:47 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Glad you liked the joke. If you remember it and tell it to your bar friends over the weekend, you’ll have to let me know!February 7, 2014 – 2:46 pmReplyCancel

  • Considerer - This was well done, and took me a paragraph there to figure out. I hope that whatever form reality takes, it’s enough for you. That’s a pretty big dream, really, and it’d be nice if you got it.

    And also the Tucker/Bridget idea is WAY cute.

    I still love your joke, but it’s in the telling. You made me smile with your you-ness. I needed that. Thanks.February 7, 2014 – 2:26 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Only a paragraph? Sheesh I was hoping my peeping Tom illusion would last a little longer than that. Oh well. It is a huge dream but well, dream big, right? And yeah, I love the Tucker/Bridget idea, too. They’d look adorable together.
      Thanks for loving the joke. And the me-ness of me.February 7, 2014 – 2:57 pmReplyCancel

  • Mike - Your Vlog and the joke rock, Kristi! I wish all of my blogger friends would do Vlogs. It’s great to see them in person and hear their voice. And YES, note to self made to follow suit here.

    Your dreams, Tucker’s dreams, what we all wish for with those we love. I tell folks that they are only limited by their imagination. I looked at your drawing for a while and drifted off in thought to where your post had taken me to as I “stood in your shoes” at that moment. Very emotional for me. Your beautiful spiritual vibe and unsurpassed positive outlook has me believe only one thing: That your dreams for Tucker will be filled with far more beauty, joy and accomplishment that you can possibly fathom. Always believe, our friend. This was an incredible post and I loved it 🙂February 7, 2014 – 3:02 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Thanks, Mike! You know…I read some other people who participated in FTSF this week talking about how long it took them to edit. I just clicked “record” on You Tube and did it. But now I feel like I should have edited it or something – oh well.
      I also can’t tell you how much it means to me that you believe that my dreams for Tucker will be filled with even MORE than I hope for! Thank you so much. Your comments are always wonderful and make my day!February 7, 2014 – 3:14 pmReplyCancel

  • Kerri Ames - Oh my I love your dream. No. Seriously love your dream in where our children enjoy the dance and we sigh as they drive off into the sunset and then follow them to make sure they arrive okay. Cause you know we would. We would totally be the paparazzi in the bushes. And our husbands would be telling us to calm the heck down because our children have been perfect all along. I adore you. thank you for this, giving me Bridget’s prom.

    When are you moving to Mass so it can happen?February 7, 2014 – 3:15 amReplyCancel

  • Real Life Parenting - I think one of the challenging parts of parenthood is seeing how our hopes and dreams–and everything we imagined this all to be–don’t often mesh with reality. I spent a lot of time trying to “come to terms” with the idea that what I had pictured (athletic, all-American, easygoing son who spent his days playing outside with friends having fun–without constant conflict) was not my reality.

    Life got better for all of us when I pushed those thoughts out and just embraced what we were living. I catch myself still occasionally feeling that way and I try to remind myself that this life is enough. It may not be perfect, but it never is.

    I love your dream.February 7, 2014 – 7:41 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - It’s hard to let go of what we had pictured, I think. I always assumed I’d have a four year old who could properly say his name. He’s awesome as he is of course, but sometimes I think I haven’t yet let go of some of the earlier dreams that I had, if that makes sense.
      And yeah, this life is enough. You’re right – it’s never perfect.February 7, 2014 – 3:22 pmReplyCancel

  • Kenya G. Johnson - Girl you made my day! I just paused to say that.February 7, 2014 – 8:39 amReplyCancel

  • Kenya G. Johnson - Awwwww that was beautiful!!! I read the post after I watched the video 😉February 7, 2014 – 8:48 amReplyCancel

  • Emily - Ah yes, I’ve been there with such similar dreams…and even though I’ve got that teenage boy now, who has far exceeded my expectations, the dreams never stop. He’s a few years away from prom, and he just transferred (this week in fact!) back to the high school he went to last year (long story) and it’s an all boys school. They have prom, but I’m not sure where they find those girls! I too have the dream that he’ll date my friend’s daughter who is also on the spectrum or else he’ll find a girl who just gets it, gets him, and doesn’t care about his quirks. We are the moms so we have to keep dreaming no matter what.February 7, 2014 – 9:47 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Here’s to both of our boys going to prom and I love that you want Big Dude to date your friend’s daughter. And here’s to keep dreaming, my lovely friend. Cheers.February 8, 2014 – 11:59 amReplyCancel

  • [email protected] - I remember my oldest going to the prom. What was so dream-like for me, was seeing him in that tux, looking so handsome and you grown up. I started fantasizing about him in a tux on his wedding day. It was like he became a man right before my eyes. Lovely thoughts/post about your son.February 7, 2014 – 10:53 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Awww…I can just imagine seeing my son in a tux, looking so grown up. I love that you started fantasizing about him on his wedding day.February 8, 2014 – 12:00 pmReplyCancel

  • Lisa @ Golden Spoons - O.K. I went from Kate’s vlog making me laugh to your post making me cry! And I don’t even have PMS! That is a beautiful dream. “Whatever doesn’t come true reveals what does” – that needs to be printed on something and put somewhere for all the world to see – seriously. That is now my favorite quote! (Loved the vlog, too!)February 7, 2014 – 11:48 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Aw, thanks Lisa. Sorry to have made you cry but I really love that you liked the quote so much!!February 8, 2014 – 12:01 pmReplyCancel

  • Echo - I love your dream, Kristi.

    I often dream about things like that as well. Hazy glimpses of what could be. Although, much like your dream, I feel like I am viewing them from the outside or the “audience”.

    My biggest dream is that my children grow up happy, healthy, loved and that they can successfully navigate this crazy maze that we call life.February 7, 2014 – 12:40 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Thank you, Echo. Isn’t it funny how we see those glimpses of our dreams as if we’re viewing them from the outside? I wonder why that is…
      Here’s to happy, healthy, loved children who are able to navigate. Cheers to that!February 8, 2014 – 12:02 pmReplyCancel

  • Sarah - Absolutely stunning post! Not sure why this one hit me the way it did, but it hit me. Maybe because I, too, wonder about other families in the same way. And no doubt because I wonder how my closely my daughter’s teenage years will match with what is typical. In many ways, mine did not, so why would I ever imagine my children’s would? But I love this sentence: I also realize that it will come true, but in completely different ways than I am able to see today. I feel like I should frame it.February 7, 2014 – 1:18 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Thanks Sarah! I suppose my teenaged years were both typical and not. My dad raised my brothers and I from the time I was a freshman in highschool so I suppose that part wasn’t typical. I wish we had crystal balls! Although nah – maybe not as fun to know what the future holds, huh? I’m glad that you liked the sentence about realizing that our dreams will come true but in completely different ways that we know today. Thanks so much. I appreciate your awesome comment.February 8, 2014 – 12:04 pmReplyCancel

  • Tamara - Wait..is Tucker taking Boo to the prom? That’s amazing.
    I want all of this and more for you. I love this dream.
    I might be wiping tears away right now..February 7, 2014 – 2:48 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Aw. Love that you got choked up and yes, hopefully, Tucker is taking Boo to the prom. Wouldn’t that be awesome?February 8, 2014 – 12:11 pmReplyCancel

  • That Girl Ryan - LOL I love your joke…lol I sat at my computer for like 20 minutes and was figuring out what the punchline meant and then i got it. hahaha i think the way you tell it is what makes the joke. hahahaFebruary 7, 2014 – 4:24 pmReplyCancel

  • Nicole @ Work in Sweats Mama - First, Calliou is a little shit, so as soon as I’m off my company’s network, I’m coming back to watch your vlog. Second, your dreams for your son will come true, even if they’re not exactly how you envision them now. All of the love you pour into him will manifest itself in ways you cannot even imagine today. And when faced with those realities, they’ll be better than any dream ever could be. LOVE this!!February 7, 2014 – 4:31 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Caillou IS a little shit! And I agree that the realities will be even better than any dream would be. Thanks so much for the awesome comment – I appreciate it.February 8, 2014 – 12:16 pmReplyCancel

  • Brittnei - Kristi! It was so nice to see your face and hear your voice. That is such a wonderful dream to have of Tucker! Honestly, every time I come to your site and read about him, I always think that it is just a phase and that with a little help in this earlier phase that his speech and actions will line up with what you and the doctors would consider normal and this “delay” will be so far behind him 🙂February 7, 2014 – 5:02 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Thanks, Brittnei and I hope you’re right that his delays will one day be behind him. I appreciate the encouragement.February 8, 2014 – 12:16 pmReplyCancel

  • Ruchira Khanna - Read your dream and just what I wished for Kerri…Amen to that dear! As a mom, we always want the best for our kids and I wish there is this supreme power over us that just grants us what we desire for our kids.
    hugs!

    the joke was hilarious and it was wonderful to see you and hear you!February 7, 2014 – 5:20 pmReplyCancel

  • Jennifer Steck - May your dream come true, beyond everything you can imagine, Kristi. And…bravo for the vblog. You and the rest of the bloggers are inspiring me to give it a try.February 7, 2014 – 7:14 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Thanks so much Jennifer! I learned later that a lot of people edited their vlogs and all sorts of fancy stuff. I just clicked record in You Tube. Lazy me, I guess….February 8, 2014 – 12:20 pmReplyCancel

  • April - Beautiful dream. I don’t have the girl yet, but I dream of the same thing.February 7, 2014 – 7:22 pmReplyCancel

  • Stephanie Smith Sprenger - Why does it always take me a few sentences longer than it should for me to catch on? Probably because you are such a good storyteller than you reel me in completely. 🙂 This is beautiful, and I can totally picture it. I love your point that if this particular dream doesn’t come true (whether it’s Tucker’s prom or ANY of our dreams) that the dream you haven’t even dreamed yet will be enough. xoFebruary 7, 2014 – 7:29 pmReplyCancel

  • Stephanie Smith Sprenger - Why does it always take me a few sentences longer than it should for me to catch on? Probably because you are such a good storyteller than you reel me in completely. 🙂 This is beautiful, and I can totally picture it. I love your point that if this particular dream doesn’t come true (whether it’s Tucker’s prom or ANY of our dreams) that the dream you haven’t even dreamed yet will be enough. xoFebruary 7, 2014 – 7:29 pmReplyCancel

  • rachel - “What dreams don’t come true reveals those that do”. Wow, that is just seriously deep and powerful. I do see your dreams for Tucker coming true. I really do. (well, except for the part of having a mom who looks like his grandma!) Beautiful post, Kristi.February 7, 2014 – 8:58 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Aw, thanks, Rachel. I hope you’re right about my dreams for Tucker coming true!! xoFebruary 8, 2014 – 12:24 pmReplyCancel

  • Kate Hall - Beautiful dream, Kristi. You always move me with your words. You suck me in. I love it. Loved seeing you on video too! And I liked that joke – I read it the first time, but it’s fun on video too!February 7, 2014 – 9:03 pmReplyCancel

  • Courtney Conover - Wow. That was awesome, Kristi. Seeing as though I am so sleep-deprived that I may just start trying this message in another language, I unfortunately cannot list all of the dreams I have for both Scotty and Kennedy; this box isn’t big enough. But I can tell ou what’s number one on the list: 1.) that they are happy, and 2.) that they — and other children — would one day know a world in which they are not discriminated against. OK. Total non sequitur here, but when I would go trick-or-treating as a kid, I used to LOVE catching a glimpse of the inside of people’s homes. (I think I loved that as much as the candy.)February 7, 2014 – 9:46 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - HAHA to loving a glimpse into people’s homes when trick-or-treating. I love those glimpses too and STILL do to this day. And yeah, here’s to all of our kids being happy and that they know a non-discriminatory world (hey you should write an Our Land post about that!!!).
      xoFebruary 8, 2014 – 12:27 pmReplyCancel

  • Bianca @ Rant Rave Crave - The first part about the junior prom was so sweet. I’d say you were pretty spot on thinking that the mom was remembering her son as an infant or a toddler. The joke was funny too. I heard a different version where a man mimes to his wife “where’s the rake?” and she mimes back “I left it behind the bush” haha.February 7, 2014 – 10:17 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - HAHA to the rake being left behind the bush!! I haven’t heard that version.
      And thanks, Bianca. Remembering our children as infants is so surreal…February 8, 2014 – 12:29 pmReplyCancel

  • [email protected] Menopausal Mother - Loved your dream—again, another example of your excellent writing skills. I was thinking heavily on everything you wrote and then I watched the video—hilarious! I love that joke. One of these days I need to get in on these video chats y’all have been having….if I can ever figure out HOW to do it (technologically challenged, here….).February 7, 2014 – 11:45 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - The video chat is super-easy to join and you should. They’re a blast! And thanks for the lovely comment, Marcia. I appreciate it so much.February 8, 2014 – 12:30 pmReplyCancel

  • Rich Rumple - Sis, you never fail to amaze me. Let me say just one thing. I pray your dreams can come true! I mean that from the bottom of my heart. Luv Ya, Lady!February 8, 2014 – 12:50 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Love ya too, my brother from another mother! I pray they come true, too. And yours my fabulous friend.February 8, 2014 – 12:33 pmReplyCancel

  • karen - omg…SOBBING ONCE AGAIN…wipes away tears…okay LOVE what you said…Justin WILL have a date, will have a spouse, will have a family just not in the way you imagine, but it WILL happen…February 8, 2014 – 6:35 amReplyCancel

  • mike - What a great post. I hope your dreams can and do come true.February 8, 2014 – 7:56 amReplyCancel

  • K - Beautiful post, Kristi, and what a wonderful dream. You have such a way with words. I love, love, love that you emphasized, though, that dreams are transient and that the future can be amazing even if it’s not quite what you envisioned. Here’s to an amazing future for all of you, regardless of whether Tucker and Bridget go to prom together. 😉February 8, 2014 – 2:00 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - K, my friend,
      It’s true, you know, that my dreams are transient. And yours are, too. You have such a big huge life in front of YOU, and I hate that so much of it is simply focused on breathing right now.
      thank you for your most excellent comment. OH and you should please totally please write a NEW OUR LAND about this breathing thing, and not wanting to worry your mom. I think it could be amazing. As are you, my soon to be famous little Sistah from anothah Mistah. 😉February 9, 2014 – 12:14 amReplyCancel

  • Katia - So I’m currently miming at my computer screen: pointing to my eye, pointing to my left boob *and what do I do for YOU again?*

    Your post was beautiful. I often feel like there’s no filter between your soul and the words on my computer screen, as if I plugged in straight into your soul. “I dream that no matter what happens I realize that’s enough” is so aptly put. I think that will resonate with anyone reading your post.February 8, 2014 – 2:55 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - HAAHAH to the “what do I do for YOU again?” Did you get the whole pointing to the boob and eye and box thing? Sorry (hehehe)

      Adore your words and thank you. I hope you are right.February 9, 2014 – 10:21 pmReplyCancel

      • Katia - I did get it! I was trying to signal “I heart you!” I didn’t know what controversial body part to use for “You”. 😀February 9, 2014 – 11:30 pmReplyCancel

  • Jean Baldridge Yates - I am the mother of five sons, two with severe autism and epilepsy. I am here because I got lost looking for ten things of thankful this week but I am glad. one of my sons died 1 1/2 years ago…that dream is over, except in our dreams.
    One of my sons…well, he is 22 now and he has said “Mom”. he has said “no”, both appropriately and both around his 21st birthday. He has a job!
    One of my friends has a son who is 27 now. When he went to his prom ALL the girls in his class were his dates. That was an awesome experience for him,
    You are not going to know the future, but you and I know that you are so blessed that no matter what you are not going to have any regrets. Sadness, yes,at times and powerful love in abundance–more than you can imagine even now although you have the Power. You are one of the car lifting mothers, as I call us. xox with fond affection and respect, jeanFebruary 8, 2014 – 8:13 pmReplyCancel

  • Sandy Ramsey - This is a beautiful dream, Kristi, and it made a beautiful post. Do you know that the love you have for Tucker is so alive in everything that you write? I mean EVERYTHING! I’ve probably said it before but your son is so blessed…as are you. Your post didn’t make me cry this time…but I can’t stop smiling!

    Loved the video too…goofball 🙂February 8, 2014 – 9:28 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Thanks, Sandy. I’m glad you can’t stop smiling. That makes me Big Happy. 🙂February 9, 2014 – 10:27 pmReplyCancel

  • Chris Carter - Oh Kristi… this is so powerful!!! I love your dream, and your ability to have the awareness and insight and wisdom to know that dreams unfold differently than what we plan.

    But dreams come true nonetheless….

    The best dreams are the ones that aren’t even the ones we dreamed really… those that we couldn’t even fathom. Just wait- yours will come too.February 9, 2014 – 3:07 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - It’s SO true that our best dreams are never the ones we plan. Or fathom. I look forward to mine, and yours, and all of ours!February 9, 2014 – 10:29 pmReplyCancel

  • Ilene - So beautiful. I hope all of your dreams come true and I hope all of ticker’s dreams come true and if they don’t, I hope it’s because they reveals the bigger better things that were supposed to be yours and his.February 9, 2014 – 10:06 pmReplyCancel

  • Jennifer Hall - I had a feeling you were talking about yourself and your son….. It’s very nice. And the joke is funny too!February 9, 2014 – 11:37 pmReplyCancel

  • Michelle - That was a beautiful dream. I never dream about my kids like that. I don’t think I ever had a possible futuristic dream about them. Like last night, I dreamt that my middle kid (the one I dream about the most) and I were in some weird building with a sound booth, and i was looking for a good hiding place for her to hide from some crazy guys with guns (not sure why they were there, like they didn’t know we were too). The worry in those dreams is very overwhelming. If I don’t dream we are at a bank being robbed, then it’s I can’t find a kid and spend a good portion of the dream looking for her. I’m sure I have good dreams about them that I don’t remember. I hope I do have them at least.

    BTW, when I read the walking glimpsing into windows part followed by the family, the details were so amazing I was like, “What kind of walks do you take at night?” Yep, up until the part where you said it was a dream, I was starting to think you might of been peering through the windows from a tree with some binoculars.

    And I loved the insightful analysis of these dreams. What dreams don’t come true reveal those that do. Beautiful.February 10, 2014 – 9:21 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - HA to hiding in a tree with binoculars! And what IS it with the worry/panic dreams? I have those much more often than the really good ones…my son, falling off a steep bridge, and me going in after him, getting lost, getting hurt, ugh. Although I guess it’s better to get that horrible stuff in dreams rather than in real life, right?February 11, 2014 – 12:45 pmReplyCancel

  • Nina - Wow you have a gift with words. What a story! Even though I can’t really relate, you brought us into your world for a few minutes. Thank you for sharing. I truly hope that you dream will come true 🙂February 10, 2014 – 11:05 amReplyCancel

  • Lanaya | Raising Reagan - We can always hope that what we dream is enough. It’s one of the scariest and hardest thing about being a parent. And Tucker and Bridget are adorable!! Yay!

    xoxo
    LanayaFebruary 11, 2014 – 11:06 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - You’re right that it’s one of the scariest things about being a parent – the worry that they’ll be okay. Yay for Tucker and Bridget! 😀February 11, 2014 – 12:47 pmReplyCancel

  • Lady Lilith - My dream is that my two little ones grow up to be happy and healthy making the right choices in life.February 11, 2014 – 12:43 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Making the right choices, happy, and healthy are perfect dreams and what we should all strive to have for our children.February 11, 2014 – 12:47 pmReplyCancel

  • Stephanie - I didn’t realize this was a dream at first and I just pictured you standing in the street listening to the couple talking. When you wrote “the father said, “Hush” ” I thought the next line was going to be “there’s a lady over there listening to us.” Silly, I know, glad to say I did end up figuring it out. I enjoyed the story, as a parent of three I can totally relate to all of it.February 12, 2014 – 9:41 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - That’s funny that you thought the guy was hushing her because I was eavesdropping! Thanks so much for commenting.February 12, 2014 – 11:19 amReplyCancel

  • Kimberly - This is so powerful my dear.
    We all have dreams so rich and full of optimism and hope. But we have to be aware that those dreams, change or evolve or never happen and you’re fully aware of that. The best dreams are the ones that hit us. It may not be a dream that we anticipated but it’s just as beautiful as we imagined a dream to be.February 12, 2014 – 6:37 pmReplyCancel

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