The librarian asked the children a question: “What do you dream about?” A plethora of answers were spouted out. My daughter stated she dreamt about pink cupcakes, and I do not doubt her words for a second. Then, one little girl shyly stated she dreamed about being a mommy. As soon as she admitted such she gave a timid smile and quickly bowed her head.
Is her dream a foolish notion?
Was her timidity deserved for stating something so ridiculous as simply being a mom? What about a doctor, an engineer, a teacher? A mom, that is just a side note, not what you spend your life working towards. . .
What if her dream is a valid one?
What if little girls could dream of a life where they live and breathe for someone else?
What if they were allowed to have this be their main dream, not just a side note to their existence?
I stay home with my children. Some moms go to work. Neither decision is better than the other. What we DO does not determine who we ARE. For those of us with children under wing, we ARE moms, first and foremost.
We ARE the reason they jump out of bed each morning and laugh each night.
It is our words which cause a smile to his lips, a tear to her eye.
We have the most incredible and terrifying job of raising human beings–human beings! We are shaping living, breathing souls. All else seems to fade pretty quickly in comparison.
What a beautiful dream, sweet girl. I pray you will one day find its fulfillment. Then, as they lay your baby, your world, in your arms, you will know it was better than anything you could have imagined; more magical than words would ever describe.
Life’s journey will take you to many wonderful places, yet none will ever come close to the greatest journey of them all: