Last night started out with me being up every two hours with my daughter. This is not uncommon for the stage she seems to be in so I dutifully got up time and again to reassure her I still exist and occasionally feed her.
Three a.m. arrived and suddenly she was up every thirty to forty-five minutes. The path from my bedroom to hers became a scene from Night of the Living Dead. Quite honestly there were a few times that I would find myself in her room or back in mine, standing there, wondering how I got there. So, as there would be little sleep happening anyway, I allowed my imagination to play.
Little trolls had carried me from bed, down the hall. The waves from her sound machine had become real and swept me graciously back to my bed. I was not really as tired as I felt but was pretending to blend in with the zombies that lingered in the hallway.
Delirium and imagination are not so far apart in the wee hours of morning following a sleepless night. And while I was not thrilled to face the alarm this morning, at least I got to have a little play within the circumstances of the night.
I'm grateful for imagination. I'm grateful when imagination is fully conscious and playful. I'm grateful for delirium when imagination is too much work. I'm grateful to be there for my daughter during her nightmares and frights as she grows through this stage. I'm grateful to know that I can make it through another day, no matter how tired, and still make the choice to be happy.
What choices are you making today? When have you faced delirium and turned it into play?
May today give us extra support in choosing to see the positive. May we find fun and play in the choices we make. Have a beautiful day!