Our dog has discovered that rabbits are great fun to chase. Not the smartest of animals, they seem determined to find the most counter-intuitive route of escape when in danger. Tito has gotten very close a few times, making me wonder when I’ll be pressed into service as an undertaker – a role I took on frequently when our dog Bonita was alive.
So it’s hardly surprising that I recently had a dream in which I came upon a baby rabbit in my front yard. The rabbit clearly saw me, but instead of hopping away, it locked a frightened, unblinking eye on me. I reached over to gently pick it up, and it buried its head in my shoulder, trembling.
I realize this dream was not about baby rabbits. With all five children and eight grandchildren on the move within the next two months, my subconscious is in overdrive, wondering where the time went, wishing I could press the “pause” button. As a parent, the last thing I want to do is to deprive my children of the next adventure in their lives; but I can’t help wanting to keep them all safe from harm.