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Uneasy Dream

Dreams of T kept me tossing and turning most of the night recently. T is a young man I have known for a couple of years as the boyfriend of a kid I have known for years. They have been to my home together and I have met them at T's when I traveled to their town for work a couple of years ago.  The child I saw growing up alongside J is a wonderful young woman - I could be biased because L is like family to me. 

So when  I first met T, I was as protective as her own mother would be. Was this man good enough for her, was she really happy with him, was she wasting her time. T turned out to be a nice person, very well-mannered. It was easy for me to feel maternal towards him, It did not hurt that he loved my cooking. I learned that L had broken up with in over the holidays, when I met her mother recently. It sounded like both sides were coping alright and moving on with their lives. 

Yet, in my dream I saw T looking forlorn and lost. Part of me wanted to go rescue him as if he were my child and suffering alone. The dream made me think about children we meet in life that are peers to our own and how we might grow attachments to them weak and strong. The ones that make a stronger more positive impression on us, lay claim to our affection and cause our concern for their well-being. 

I hope that in J's life, she comes across many who feel parental affection for her, root for her success and happiness. Despite L having parted ways with T, I think he is lucky to have some fairly random woman his mother's age, wishing him peace and love from afar.

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