Last night I dreamed that I went to EFY (Especially For Youth--a faith-based week long camp for YOUTH, ages 14-18). I was still 34 and still pregnant with my sixth child. I was having fun and enjoying the classes, but wondered why everyone kept staring at me. When the kids asked me what I was doing there, I told them I enjoyed it when I was younger and wanted to come back.
Here are the problems with this dream: Why in all of the world would I choose to spend a week of vacation (remembering that my full-time job is child-rearing) with children? Wouldn't I have wanted a break from the noise and emotional toll these smaller people take? Also, I wasn't a counselor or speaker or administrator, I was a participant.
Am I longing for, or even mourning, my
Or maybe it was just a wacky, hormone induced, exhaustion-fed dream.