A dream come true…

Last night I dreamt about Lynxton. He kept trying to get through doors that he was not supposed to go through, because there was danger on the other side. No matter how many times I would tell him, as soon as I turn my head he would be right back at the door trying to open it, trying to go through. He kept trying to play with electrical appliances and such, turning knobs pressing buttons. No matter how many times I would tell him, he kept at it. Then I got up and made coffee and cooked oatmeal. After I had eaten, he got up. I put in another cup of coffee. He got interested in the coffee maker and wanted to push all the buttons. I told him not to. As long as I was looking and telling him no, he would not push the buttons. As soon as he thought I wasn't, well you can see right here… I'm on my way to Anchorage again, I'm stopped at a red light and at this light I make this post.

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[kelly]

I have a son who was much like your grandson-opening doors, pushing buttons, a wild explorer with a determination that both impressed and terrified me. He survived and thrives and is the most "Zen" person I have ever known. I believe it was all those doors pushed open, all those machines sussed out, all that discovery which imbued his soul with a sense of the world as his oyster. He an explorer and all of it before him.