My Mother, My Self — Part 1

My mother and me 1965
My mother and me 1965

Last night I dreamed I was going to be the 103 lb wrestler for my son’s wrestling team in a tournament. For some reason (the snows perhaps) the rules of who could wrestle for the team were relaxed so that the parent of a wrestler could fill in for another wrestler. Even in the dream I must have realized how wrong this was — and not only because it’s been 10 years since I was 103 lbs — because I reasoned with myself that I was just a filler. There was no way I’d win the match.

Anyway as I was getting ready to leave with Dean and Andrew, my mom walked into the room and said she was going to go too — that she’d missed so many wrestling meets this year.

It is not unusual for my mom to pop up in a dream. When I dream of being at home (meaning my current home) the house is often the house in which I grew up and my mom is always there. She’s often in dreams in which I dream of my husband and children.

I think I’ve known this for a long time, but never wanted to admit it, but when my mom is in those dreams she is me. Even if I am in the dream, I think my mother represents me. She’s usually doing the right thing, while the other me is goofing around or as in last night’s dream, trying to get the scale to work while everyone is waiting in the car to go to the tournament. In the dream from last night she made the decision to not make dinner, but to pick it up on the way — and if I need to cut weight could eat the sandwich after weighing in.

I think she is the authority figure in the dreams (I’ll write more about how I perceive authority figures in my life in a later post) but I don’t seem to have a problem with that — in dreams.

Today is my mom’s birthday. I’m glad she was going to be there to watch me wrestle, but luckily for the team and me, I woke up before I even got to the tournament.

[And just so you know — Mom’s alive and well and even on Facebook]

4 thoughts on “My Mother, My Self — Part 1

  1. Sweet picture. And I admire your mother for being on Facebook (although I hope she's not spending all her time there making fake food). I'll refrain from commenting on the dream itself, except to say that I love to hear about people's dreams and their interpretations of them.I didn't find the commenting much changed from before. (Oh, I see, there's an extra pop-up box. That's OK.)

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  2. When I spoke to my mom the other day she mentioned that photograph (it is actually part of a family photo) as being a good photo of the whole family. I'd not looked closely at it, but she's right.My mom spends little time on Facebook — and is not into any of the games. She looks at her wall and occasionally comments on her friend's walls, but does little else. She has a healthy relationship with Facebook, I think.

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  3. Sweet picture. And I admire your mother for being on Facebook (although I hope she's not spending all her time there making fake food). I'll refrain from commenting on the dream itself, except to say that I love to hear about people's dreams and their interpretations of them.I didn't find the commenting much changed from before. (Oh, I see, there's an extra pop-up box. That's OK.)

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  4. When I spoke to my mom the other day she mentioned that photograph (it is actually part of a family photo) as being a good photo of the whole family. I'd not looked closely at it, but she's right.My mom spends little time on Facebook — and is not into any of the games. She looks at her wall and occasionally comments on her friend's walls, but does little else. She has a healthy relationship with Facebook, I think.

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