Childhood Dream

I was running to my bed to sleep each night last week, ripping myself from my devices and the checking of the facts of today, that blow away when the moon ends its rotation. I want to actually live. In between cooking and cleaning, and making sure that things on the list get done. In between the worries about the imperfection of my life, with comparisons to endless illusions.

Isaiah and I were playing that we were bats in our living room today. The big owl and the ten snakes were after us, but we were hanging upside down, eating chocolate covered mosquitos in our Ikea igloo covered with a quilt. I got him out of the house, because I promised him that I would take him to a hollow tree where bats live. We hiked on my newly discovered trail.

“This tree is so cool,” he said ten times, upon inspection. At five years of age, his innocence is still there, even though, he says “Mom Dude!” making me worry about the growing angst that wakes us up from our pleasant childhood dream. I tried to live in his dream today.

On our walk home, I told him that he was half bat, which explained why he loved Batman, and that he was born in that hollow tree, but he didn’t believe me.

Teach Your Children Well
by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young

You who are on the road
Must have a code that you can live by
And so become yourself
Because the past is just a good bye

Teach your children well
Their father’s hell did slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams
The one they pick’s, the one you’ll know by
Don’t you ever ask them why
If they told you, you would cry
So just look at them and sigh
And know they love you

And you of tender years
Can’t know the fears that your elders grew by
And so please help them with your youth
They seek the truth before they can die

Teach your parents well
Their children’s hell will slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams
The one they pick’s, the one you’ll know by
Don’t you ever ask them why
If they told you, you would cry
So just look at them and sigh
And know they love you