I am very late tonight. It has been a busy evening.
This afternoon while Lennon and I were making instruments for his band he found the beads and feathers I use to make dream catchers. Immediately intrigued he asked what they were for and I told him.
A dream catcher is like a spider web only I make them out of waxed thread. They say if you hang it in your room, all your dreams will flow through it and the good dreams will come to you, but bad dreams get caught in the web and evaporate in the morning light.
He usually takes this sort of thing with a knowing smile and a glint in his eye, but he suddenly became very serious. “Gramma, do you think it would work?” It was heartbreaking to see such hope in that tiny face.
“I don’t know Lennon, it might. Would you like me to make you a Dream Catcher? He nodded without any trace of humor at all.
So that is what I did tonight. I made my grandson a dream catcher to catch all his bad dreams, because I know what it is like to be terrorized by my own thoughts in the middle of the night.
If it works for him, that is all that matters.
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