It’s Tough to Live at the Mall
I had a dream the other night that I was living at the mall with my husband and kids. In the dream, my youngest had been asked by his teacher to come over to her house after school to complete his homework. He didn’t want to tell me because that would mean he hadn’t done his work in school. After school he took off on his bike through the city. I knew I had to follow because I was worried I might lose him. I wanted to see where he was sneaking off to. I tried so hard to catch him, but living in the mall has its challenges. I had to first serve some shoppers aromatic delicious chicken dinners and wipe some tables at the restaurant. I raced out of the diner but had to give directions to harried shoppers seeking the latest deals. Finally, I made it to the parking lot. I could see him cycling up the road; a spot on the horizon almost out of sight. I was ready to go and get my son but an elderly lady pulled out of a parking spot and blocked my way. Frustration was at every turn!
In the end, I did catch up with him. He told me the reason he needed to go for a bike ride and we went together to meet with his teacher. He was safe and I could relax that my family was secure.
I know it was only a dream, but it really gave me an uneasy feeling the whole day. I was reminded how important my family is to me. They are my security, define me, and give me purpose. Life is full of challenges but I am so glad I don’t have to navigate my life from within a shopping mall!