Forever young, forever innocent

"Grandma, I saw Cassy in my dream sleep last night!"

What Adam told me about his dream of Cassy, amazed me.

by Connie Small, 13th April 2001.

I was nearly asleep when Adam told me of his dream of Cassy.

“Grandma, I saw Cassy in my dream sleep! You want to know what she was doing?”'
“Yes, I do.”
“She was a baby in a crib!”
“She was?”
“Yeah, she was playing with baby toys.”

I was stunned. Adam is only 4 years old. I’ve never seen a child his age, be able to comprehend that an adult, was once a small child or baby.

“She was playing with baby toys in the crib?”
“Yeah, babies play in cribs, don’t they?”

I don’t have a baby crib. Adam hasn’t been in a baby crib since he was a year old. We don’t know of anyone who has a baby crib. It’s not something that’s ever been brought up in everyday conversation. Why did he say he saw Cassy as a baby, in a crib? I don’t even have any pictures of any of my children in their cribs when they were babies.

“Yes, Adam, some babies play in their crib.”
“Do you see that kind of Cassy in your dream sleep?”
“No, I see Cassy all grown up.”
“Do you remember Cassy that way?”
“All grown up? Yes, I remember her that way.”
“No, do you remember Cassy when she was a BABY?”

As I lay there, images of Cassy as a baby flooded my mind and heart.

“Yes, Adam, I remember Cassy when she was a baby.”

I remember Cassy and everything about her. I’ll always remember. Always.