Oct 10
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Arin, My Super Hero
Arin, Grandma's Superhero
“Good morning. So did either of you have any dreams last night?” A question I ask my grandkids from time to time.”
“Yes, I did!” 4-year-old grand-twins, Nya and Arin, shouted almost simultaneously.
“Oh, yeah. And what did you dream? Do you remember?”
This time Arin had the jump on Nya (his senior by 3 minutes) and took control of the conversation. ”Yes, Grandma. I remember. I remember.”
Nya and I squirmed a bit as we anxiously awaited his recollections.
Arin did not disappoint, “I dreamed about Superman and Jesus!”
“What?? Both? In the same dream?” I asked for both Nya and myself.
“Yes, I saw Superman and I saw Jesus; but…” He appeared a bit befuddled as he reached inside for the rest of his dream’s recollection, then said, “BUT, they didn’t see each other.”
“Word??!”, I offered for Nya and myself.
“Yeah. Demonstratively, Arin reinacted a portion of his dream.
“Superman was standing here.” Like a superhero himself, Arin jumped over to the other side of the dining room. He continued, “And, “Jesus was over here. Arin with the agility of a 4-year-old, he adjusted his stance, “No, here! Jesus was here. But…” a long pause. “They didn’t see each other.”
Nya and I looked at each other, trying to put it all together with a glance intrepreted as an unspoken, “How can that be?”.
But wait, as if gifted with telepathy, Arin to the rescue, offered his assessment, “I think Superman hasn’t met Jesus yet”.
“Oh, okay. Maybe they’ll meet one day… or one night… in your dreams.”
“Humm, maybe Grandma. I think so.”
“Daddy, I want oatmeal,” Nya shouted toward the clanking of pots and the microwave door shutting.
Perhaps, unable to top that dream, Nya allowed the flow of the morning to take another turn. Away from dreams, superheros and Jesus; and back to the breakfast menu.
© 2010 Stanice Anderson
