I dreamt I lost my teeth.
Well, here we are. I’m back to blogging. I forgot how much I used to spend my time typing out random thoughts and musings in blog format back when blogging was cool. Is it still cool? After the writing conference and hearing how important it is to build my platform while I’m trying to get my book published, I’ve decided I should take up blogging again. I should, right? And when I worked on my book proposal, I remembered to add my years of blogging for my local City Moms Blog. It’s been a while though. I feel rusty.
Anyway, the other night I dreamt that several of my teeth were knocked out. If you know what happened to my oldest son at the end of March, you’ll know this is… well… it was a reality for him. My daughter burst through the door, rousing me from a catnap, shouting, “There’s blood everywhere, come quick, mom!”
…Yeah…
Long story short, he fell face-first into the concrete, HELMET hit the ground first (thank God he had a helmet on), but somehow - seriously the physics don’t make sense - his two front teeth were yanked almost all the way out, yet still attached with his braces. One tooth came all the way out, off the bracket, and had split into three pieces. The 4th tooth, on the other side of his two front teeth, also became quite displaced. It was a little gross. I mean… It was horrendous. Truly. Teeth out of place is something else. Like nails on a chalkboard.
The poor kid came through though. Our orthodontist pushed the teeth back into place. Yeah. Ouch. And so far, the teeth are healing. We’re not out of the woods yet, but so far so good.
I tell that story to provide some necessary context for the occasion of my dream. I could have been thinking/worrying about his teeth. I was also wearing my retainer that night (yes, I do forget frequently) and my own teeth were sore. So who knows why this dream occurred.
But I have had teeth dreams before. I remember them happening around the time we had a new baby, or when we moved, or when my husband switched careers. I think it’s a pretty well-known fact that when you dream about your teeth falling out, or being knocked out, it’s usually a sign of some kind of change happening in your life. A stresser perhaps. But a change. Maybe even a shift in identity.
And it tracks. I just took a major step. I invested a lot of money and time away from home to attend the Blue Ridge Mountains Christian Writers Conference. We’ve enrolled all three of our kids into full-time schools after 10 years of homeschooling. I’m serious about launching an author career. And these are big transitions for my family. But we’re all excited. The kids are looking forward to school and taking a break from homeschooling. As am I. I’ve been a little burnt out by it, to be honest.
My teeth are fine. My son’s teeth are going to be fine - even if we have oral surgery in our future. Things are changing. And I don’t know what the future holds for the stories within me. But I’m showing up.