It’s 5:30 a.m. on a Saturday morning. It used to be so easy to sleep until 8 or 9 on Saturdays – even 7. But not this week. This week, I finally finished my dissertation, which should come as a relief. Instead, the last push threw off my whole Circadian thing and since I turned the actual dissertation into my committee, I’ve woken up at 5 a.m., 6:15 a.m., and now 5:20 a.m. for the past three mornings. But at least I get to blog again, right?
It hasn’t all been bad, though. The reason I’m awake it because Liz came to bed after having a nightmare. I usually let her hang out a little bit before taking her back to bed. This morning, I thought she was asleep when I picked her up. (By the way, she was lucky to be picked up – Kipper came to bed two hours earlier and when I went to pick him up, I actually pushed him out of bed.)
As I took her down the hall, back to sleep under the Christmas tree, she asked for her unicorn. See, her parents are the default comforters when she has a nightmare. But when her parents bring her back to bed – which we invariably do sooner than she’d like – she asks for her stuffed unicorn, who (she claims) will come and protect her in her dreams and nightmares when she needs.
I sure am glad she has that unicorn. Not so much to protect her from her nightmares – her mom and I can do that just fine. But I think that unicorn has become something of a symbol to me of how simple it is to find comfort and protection from the nightmares of life, if we will only believe.
Peace and Comfort
1 Unicorn
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3 comments:
I think we all have our unicorns in a way, and I'm glad we do.
Good luck with your dissertation, glad it's over! My husband's toying with the idea of getting his PhD. I would be excited for the opportunities, but not for the school. Ugh!
By the way, I changed the URL address on my blog. It is now www.pocketfullofprose.blogspot.com.
Nice. My oldest daughter (5) has a teddy bear and a blanket. The teddy bear is named Rico, and she calls the blanket her Rico Blanket. The younger one (3) has a sheep with a cape, and my boy doesn't care.
Also, the girls have a dreamcatcher that sometimes makes them feel better.
Dr. O,
The official cost of the transmission will be about $1200. Not as bad as I was prepared for. So we'll go ahead and keep the Mustang alive for a bit longer. I'll take that donation now, thank you very much. :)
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