Angel

Last week on Mother's Day I awoke at 4 am and started urinating straight blood. The rest of the week was "hard". In the last month I have been in the ER twice peeing straight blood. I have either a defective bladder sling, hidden kidney stones, kidney infections or all of the above!
In the middle of everything, my beautiful daughter Alyssa sent  a portable angel of healing and I was so grateful! It reminded me of a dream I had many years ago about a different "angel". It made me realize that many situations in life come around full circle. The person you maybe helping today ie: your kids, might be the person helping in your tomorrows!

July 22, 2020

"When one of our children was young, she suffered from Tourette’s. She not only had auditory and visual tics, but she often threw hour- long tantrums that affected the whole family. We tried a lot of therapy, programs and medications to assist her. Despite all these interventions, it was not until I had a dream that I changed the way I interacted with her. In my dream, I was shown a type of “movie” about many of my life events.  I sat on a warm red rock while an angel I could not see whispered in my ear encouraging and surprisingly details about what I had thought was an ordinary life. She often touched my shoulder and pointed out important events I had missed.  When I woke up, I had a peaceful feeling and thought it was a very pleasant dream about how we often we do not always realize the importance of the tasks we accomplish. 

A few weeks later, our family decided to go to the mountains and hike by a beautiful alpine lake.  The ride there was tumultuous as this was often the time our daughter with Tourette’s chose to taunt and tease her sisters.  We had to stop several times and by the time we reached the lake I was exhausted emotionally.  When my husband parked the car, I jumped out and said, “I need to be by myself. I cannot stand one more minute here!” I started up the side of a hill my eyes blurred with hot, angry tears.  When I needed a rest, I found myself sitting on a warm, red rock. I laid back and closed my eyes and suddenly realized this place was the very same size and shape of the rock in my dream.  A thought flitted across my mind, “If this is the rock from my dream, then where is my angel?” With my eyes still closed I felt the firmness of a hand on my shoulder and a little sweet voice saying, “I am sorry mommy”.  The same peaceful, content feeling I had had upon the completion of my former dream filled my heart and my eyes flew open to view my “angel”. It was my daughter with Tourette’s.  I cried and hugged her tightly and told her I was sorry too.  Her past behaviors and actions had led me to view her as anything, BUT an angel.  After I told her my dream, I was surprised when she disagreed with me and told me the last thing, she saw herself as was an “angel”.  I told her, “That dream was important. A lot of my dreams I do not even remember, but the best part of that dream was the person by my side that I could not even see with my eyes but saw with my heart.  You are my angel! “After that I treated her differently.  I was not perfect at it, but many times when she had an outburst or felt overwhelmed, we would talk about the rock and remind each other she was an “angel”.  Tomorrow this same daughter with Tourette’s turns 22-years old.  She has completely recovered from Tourette’s and many people comment that she is the nicest person they have ever met.  It was not just that dream years ago that changed her. It still took medication, therapy and special experiences with horses to lead to her ultimate recovery. But I will never forget the lesson of positivity I learned from a dream, a warm red rock, and my “angel”.

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