Dream catcher

         Exhaustion from the trip took its toll on my sleep and for several nights in a row I had very raw, vivid and mostly unpleasant dreams. Between the craziness that was going at work and home, I never had time to ever share this with anyone in my family (not that it was exceptionally important to linger on it either).
         One evening, I was actually thinking of one of the dreams, when Catalina comes from daycare and out of the blue she tells me: "Mommy, I made a dream catcher for you. It catches all the bad dreams, so only the good ones stay". I've heard before of dream catchers, but I had no idea how they "work". So, my heart melted a little bit. I remembered smth my mom tells me often. That there are invisible, powerful bonds between moms and children, something that defies ration and scientific explanation. That mothers and their kids "feel" each other, that we predict each other's feelings. One might say it was an accidental coincidence, it just happened that "craft of the day" was a dreamcatcher. Well, I don't believe it. A lot of the crafts Catalina makes never get home. A lot of them she makes and keeps for herself. Some she makes for daddy. But the dreamcatcher was for me, at the end of a week of bad dreams. Because deep inside her cute little head and in the middle of that big loving heart she knew I needed it.

And just like this, all my bad dreams stopped