As a parent of a child with special needs, I often find myself immersed in dreams of what could be. Recently, I experienced a particularly vivid dream where my son was not the little boy I know, but a typical teenager—walking, talking, and living life just like his peers. It’s a dream many parents like me have had, and it speaks volumes about our hopes and aspirations.
In this dream, my son was a teenager, and I entered his room to wake him for school. In reality, he is just five years old, navigating the world with cerebral palsy and limited speech, relying on a wheelchair for mobility. I carried in his clothes—jeans and a sweatshirt—preparing to help him get ready. But then, in a twist of dream logic, he somehow rolled under his bed, fitting into a space that defies reality.
When I leaned down to check on him, he brushed his hair aside and exclaimed, “Mom, give me a minute!” Dreams like this often take one of two paths: either my son has always been ‘normal’ and I’ve never known anything different, or he has miraculously recovered from his condition. In this instance, it was the latter.
I rushed out to find his dad and siblings, but only my mom was there, her presence a comforting constant in my subconscious. Together, we witnessed my son walking towards us, dressed like a typical teen, slouching in a plaid shirt and jeans—definitely not what I had laid out for him. He smiled knowingly, as if he understood the significance of this moment. I couldn’t help but tear up as I ran to him, my mom dramatically fanning herself in the background.
“But how did this happen?” I asked, bewildered. His reply was simple: “I don’t know. I just woke up this way.” He smiled, flashing that familiar two-dimpled grin from his five-year-old self and patted my arm as if I were an elderly lady.
As the dream shifted to a more realistic scenario involving a concerned pediatrician, I felt a pang of disappointment. I didn’t want to wake up from such a hopeful vision. But reality hit: it was Monday, the anticipated snow hadn’t fallen, and my son had preschool and speech therapy ahead of him. He was still just five, not fifteen.
I shared the dream with him as I laced up his shoes over his leg braces, while he munched on Cheerios. I told him about how tall he was and how he’d brushed my arm, as if he were taking notes for the future. I know that more dreams will come, and I will always hold onto the hope that one day, he might stand taller than me and share his thoughts with me in clear, easy words.
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In summary, dreams hold the power to reflect our deepest desires and hopes for our children. They serve as reminders of the love and aspirations we have, even when faced with the challenges of parenting a child with special needs.