What are your dreams??
I’ve recently had a conversation with my 14-year old son… what do you want to be when you grow up? His answer: a football player or music producer. My first thought was, he’s getting too old to be “dreaming” . What came out of my mouth was, “what is your ‘Plan B’?”
Now, what an awful thing to say, isn’t it? “What is your Plan B??” What a tarnished, grown-up, lousy response to a young, fresh-minded dreamer!
After all, I’ve had some pretty cool dreams in my school years.. In Elementary School, I remember watching my big sister with her High School Dance Team. They were SO cool, with their big hair and sequined outfits dancing to Janet Jackson’s Rhythm Nation. My best friend and I watched in admiration and plotted to be Dance Team Captains when we got into high school! And we did….. It was awesome! WE had our own dance moves, our own style, outfits, and higher dreams to be Super Sonic Dancers!
In my Junior Year, I was all set for college. I wanted to study Engineering (like my Dad). Excited for my future, I had pretty good grades and was active in the community. And I was getting ready to start applying for scholarships…
Then, the summer going into my Senior Year, everything happened so quickly. I reconnected with my first “crush” – in an October flurry, I found out I was pregnant. One thing after another, after another, and after another… dreams started turning into goals, goals started turning into to-do lists, to-do lists started turning into tasks… and tasks started turning into responsibilities…. know what I mean?
Now, 16 years later, obviously, I’m not a Super Sonics Dancer (here’s to hoping we get our team back, someday!) and I’m not an Engineer…. However, I did manage to put myself through college. I have a decent job, nice little home, family, and pets. But, that vision and anticipation for what the future may hold has singed by … what can I say…. “LIFE”!
Will my son make big mistakes? Will he have huge hurdles in obtaining his dreams? No doubt, YES. But, he’ll at least have the chances I never had to, at least, try. Why let the obstacles I’ve encountered – though my own faulty decisions – affect my view of my children’s future? It shouldn’t.
So, here’s to joining my son in his dream to become a football player, a music producer.. a TV star, a drummer, a break dancer (do they still have those?) whatever he wants to do!
And as for my own dreams… I am choosing right now to re-evaluate my vision. Forget about that 5-year-plan! I just want to dream.. My dancing days are over, folks… no Orlando Magic Girl left in me… but, perhaps, instead of being a dancer, I can start that business I’ve always wanted. Or own that “that’s my car” type of car, I’ve had my eye on. Who cares what stage of life we’re in… we NEED to dream. We need the anticipation of what the future holds.. and it’s there for all of us… What do you want to be when you “grow up”?