Last night I had a nightmare… so many things about it were typical…
As I spoke about it out loud this morning to my wife, who was glancing at her watch a little too often btw LOL Certain things became clear to me… so… take off your watch and have a listen?
I was on a trip with Ashton, each of us had a bike, and I had managed to get on the bus WITH my bike… but I wasn’t driving, I was sitting near the front… and as we pulled out of the stop, Ashton wasn’t with us… “Where’s my son!?!”
Driver: sorry, but the bike rack was full…
I looked out the front window, saw the rack was full…
“I gotta go back and get him…” I says,
Driver pulled over, I got off…
As dreams go… nothing went right… streets became confused, and buildings appeared to impede my prospects…
…couldn’t get back to the mainroad, running out of time… I pulled out my phone, a call was in progress!?!? Struggled to get that call to end… finally! Then trying to make the call, can’t find the phone icon… finally, get it… then as I’m trying to call, Ashton doesn’t answer… but in the meantime another caller calls me… with some business or other I’d been trying to keep track of… suddenly, I’m on that person’s balcony, so I ditch the bike there, hop off the balcony, and run down the road, here comes Ashton… sauntering along on a recumbent bike, relaxed and composed… his phone was in his backpack…
My musings:
I’m so busy with my life… my bike, my bus… my cares and concerns… and in the meantime my young man’s life is clicking by… the notion “I should be in his life more” is there… but also, I WANNA be more with him more… but also, I gotta look after him, micro-manage him…
The interruptions and things that get in my way… that’s like my life, tyranny of the urgent
Can’t get him on the phone, my lifeline…
But when I finally get to him, he’s sipping his Rootbeer, reclined, strolling along… Ashton’s Got this…
Now I wonder… is that because I know that deep inside? Or did God patch a message through? “Hey, Dad, relax, OUR man’s doing ok!”
Running Down Vimy 