Did ya know that when you teach your child about safety, it's called "Helicopter Parenting"? Because I sure didn't. I was at my mom's last week, and I was teaching my sons how to pet a cat--treat the animal with respect. Where not to touch, how to pet them, they're not a dog, how to tell if they're annoyed, and when to leave them alone, and such, and my mom laughed and called me a Helicopter Parent.
That's not what helicopter parenting is. That's flippin plain old parenting.
Just... Deep breath.
So I had a nightmare this morning that I'm not going to go into detail about, but I dunno. Rattled me. I'm trying to look at it symbolically, but I can't. I can only look at it literally, which might be the point. My subconscious is a fucked up place sometimes....but hey, whatever gets your attention to things that need to change, right? Just wish it wasn't a dream that put my kids in danger and made me have a panic attack in dream. Waking up, heart pounding and stuff. I was so angry in it. So frustrated and hurt and panicked.
Things need to change, I see that. Best that these nightmare situations happen in dream, than real life, though.