I had a dream last night that one of my kids came to me at about 15 years of age and, in a very cheerful manner, informed that it would be fun to start "trying out intercourse".
We were at a fair of some sort.
My tongue turned to plaster and fell out.
I kept trying to put it back in, but it had somehow expanded in the process of turning to plaster and it barely fit.
It also wouldn't stay in.
I spent the whole dream, following my child's declaration, trying to get my plaster tongue back into my mouth.
This is interesting beyond my stupefied reaction, though. The dream stunned me because all of my sleeping dreams about kids center around who they are now. Often, they are scary (the dreams, not my kids), casting me as a mom playing out her anxieties in her sleep. They contain the kinds of scenarios that no parent ever wants to consider, always about my children in their young ages. Though they are more rare these days, I usually wake up from them with the intense need to go kiss each of my children while they sleep.
This dream seemed tame in comparison.
It is also the first one that taps into an anxiety of what lies ahead.
Apparently my brain is moving on from being the brain of a mom to small children.
As much as I adore older children, I am not sure I'm ready.