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Had the most vivid dream last night.
It started with me filling out papers in what looked like a doctor's office. Slowly the pieces came together and I realized that I was signing papers to become a foster parent. The girl they gave me had a sister they "couldn't split up" so I got TWO little girls ages 8 and 9. It wasn't until I'd finished the paperwork that I fully realized what I was doing and wondered, "When did I decide this was a good idea as a single graduate student?" By then it was too late. The receptionist asked me if I wanted to change my mind, but her obvious doubt in my abilities (and the awful alternative if I didn't take the kids) caused me to say of course I could handle it.
The whole dream carried interesting "self-thoughts" as I analyzed and pondered while I helped the girls pack up and told them about their new life. I took them to church, forgot them at church, felt like a horribly irresponsible parent, realized I wasn't ready to give up my freedom, realized it was too late. . . and fell in love with these two little girls who in turn idolized me (while I was also realizing that was a very dangerous thing for them to put so much faith in someone like me, who forgets them at church). :-p
Weird.
So now I'm going to go back to enjoying a very non-responsibility-filled day and be grateful I don't have two elementary-school kids to take full-time care of any time soon.
It started with me filling out papers in what looked like a doctor's office. Slowly the pieces came together and I realized that I was signing papers to become a foster parent. The girl they gave me had a sister they "couldn't split up" so I got TWO little girls ages 8 and 9. It wasn't until I'd finished the paperwork that I fully realized what I was doing and wondered, "When did I decide this was a good idea as a single graduate student?" By then it was too late. The receptionist asked me if I wanted to change my mind, but her obvious doubt in my abilities (and the awful alternative if I didn't take the kids) caused me to say of course I could handle it.
The whole dream carried interesting "self-thoughts" as I analyzed and pondered while I helped the girls pack up and told them about their new life. I took them to church, forgot them at church, felt like a horribly irresponsible parent, realized I wasn't ready to give up my freedom, realized it was too late. . . and fell in love with these two little girls who in turn idolized me (while I was also realizing that was a very dangerous thing for them to put so much faith in someone like me, who forgets them at church). :-p
Weird.
So now I'm going to go back to enjoying a very non-responsibility-filled day and be grateful I don't have two elementary-school kids to take full-time care of any time soon.