White Lion of Courage

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When I was around the age of six or seven, I used to dream of a friendly white lion.  He would listen to my problems, and offer me advice, and courage.  This was a repeating dream, and when I woke up from it, I always felt better.

Other than the white lion, the dream itself was pretty plain: No details, no excitement, just me and the white lion, in a small empty room, talking.  Sometimes I’d cry, and he’d listen, then, offer me kind words and love, always a feeling of love.

Then one night, the dream changed.  My white lion told me, I would dream of him no more.  I was old enough, and did not need him anymore he said.  I cried. He said not to worry, that he gave me all the courage I would ever need. And that was that.  I never dreamed of that white lion ever again.

As I grew older, I realized that my white lion was right:  I WAS brave enough to face the world without him.  But, to this day, I still miss him.  I like to pretend that after he left me, he went on to help other children in their dream worlds, giving them courage to face their problems.

I told this story the other day to my seven year old daughter Annika. I asked her that if she ever dreamed of my white lion, to tell him he helped me so much, and that I loved him, and truly missed him.  Her eyes sparkled.

I wonder, will my white lion of courage visit her dreams one day? I hope so!

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2 Responses to White Lion of Courage

  1. Bonnie says:

    Awwwww! So sweet…

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