Six Word Saturday (11/27/10)

I wish I was a Sim

Whenever my husband's alarm goes off for work in the morning, I pretty much always forget what I'm dreaming because I wake up to the song that's playing.  On Sunday mornings I wake up on my own so I usually remember part of my dreams then.  One time a missionary to Morocco told my Sunday school class that Muslims get converted to Christianity sometimes because they have vivid dreams of Jesus talking to them.  Well, mine aren't so life-changing and I'm not really sure if God speaks to me in mine.  But anyway, last Sunday's dream is still on my mind because it was such a good dream.

For some reason my real life was seen as a game of Sims 2.  Everyone I saw had a diamond-shaped plumbob hovering over their head just like in the Sims (the plumbob changes colors depending on their mood and fulfilled needs - green is preferable, yellow means they're fading, red means deficient, but platinum means excellent).  Okay, in my dream, me and my husband didn't have our three current children, but we had quintuplet toddlers (FIVE TODDLERS!?!?).  Anyway, four of them looked like me and my husband and one of them was very dark skinned like an Ethiopian.  And in my dream my normally outspoken opinionated husband didn't have much to say about the dark kid because we both knew that it was his side of the family who had intermingled with slaves a long time ago.  (Weird!)

Alien Sim reading to a toddler

But in my dream these five little toddlers were just babbling happily with each other, green plumbobs over their heads, waiting for me to get them each out of their crib.  And they were all just wearing a diaper, and they went in a line by the changing table and just stood there patiently waiting their turn for me to get them dressed.  And I just remember feeling in my dream that I really ENJOYED being their mom and how satisfying it was to take care of them all.  Every time I started dressing one, I would tell him/her I loved them and they would say they loved me too.  And the last one I dressed was the black toddler, and I remember I said I loved him and he said "even me, mommy?" and I said "Especially you!" and he smiled so big and I felt SOOO happy!

Toddler taking nap in dog bed

And then I woke up.

I've been thinking about this dream all week, and if God was really telling me something in it, maybe he was saying that I should enjoy being a mom.  If my family and my husband's family (and the neighbors and my friends, etc.) want to grade me, it's like maybe God's telling me who cares what they think.