Monday’s Child: Dreaming Big
I remember dreaming of what I would be when I grew up. For a long time, I wanted to be a veterinarian. I wanted to be a writer. I wanted to be a spy. I wanted to be a gold medal Olympian in gymnastics, or ice skating, or swimming. I wanted to travel all over the world. I never really dreamed that I would be a teacher, and then a preacher. (Never, ever dreamed I would be a preacher. Just wanted to make that perfectly clear!) I never dreamed I’d be a single mom, or an adoptive mom. l haven’t lost some of my dreams. I’m not a vet, but I’ve spent the years caring for and nursing animals of all shapes and sizes and kinds. I still want to be a writer. People who know me well enough know that I’m nosy enough to be a spy. I’m not an athlete, but I do enjoy pushing myself physically – sometimes, anyway. And while my work and my kids keep me tied down for now, I would still love to travel one day. I’m not through dreaming big. I hope I’m never through dreaming big.
Back in the spring we went to an air show at the Air Force Base in Charleston. I love this picture of my son taken that day. Can’t you see it in his eyes – a scrawny little kid in the cockpit of an Air Force C-17 thinking, “One day I’m going to fly one of these things!” Other times I watch him in his imaginative Ninja world. Other times, stalking a bad guy with his Nerf gun. I see him concentrate on his newest original Lego creation with the intensity of a professional architect or engineer. Some days he is swinging an imaginary bat hitting imaginary homeruns. I don’t know what he’ll end up doing when he is grown. (Some days I just hope he survives his own antics long enough to make it to adulthood!) All I know is that I hope he always dreams big and that his big black eyes will always sparkle with the possibility of what can be.