I am still riding a high from finally after starting college 23 years ago… (YUP I know I’m old!HA) I did it and got my degree. It has inspired me and I certainly hope it inspires someone else out there who may read this. You see it is never too late, you are never too old.
I have been doing a lot of thinking lately. I know that is dangerous, but bear with me here while I throw it all out there. You see as moms we do a lot of cheer leading for our kids. We talk non stop about dreaming big, working hard, success and happiness. But the thing is, kids learn by example, by what they see. We know this instinctively. Why else would we do the whole bunny ears through the hole demo over and over to teach them to tie their own shoes. And yet, even though we know this, we forget a very important thing. Our own dreams, our own happiness, our own success.
Sure we still dream. We dream about what our kids futures will be like? We dream about running away with a hot cabana boy who knows how to make a killer apple martini. We dream about how the hell we are going to pay for college. And we dream about a world where everyone accepts our kids for who they are, and loves them just as much as we do. Those are all great dreams… but they are not the ones I am talking about.
I’m talking about the dreams you had before the kids, before the ring maybe. The ones like learning Italian and then traveling to Italy to try it out first hand. Running a marathon or perhaps writing a book. Getting your degree or taking a photography class. Climbing a mountain or go snorkeling. Swimming with a dolphin or taking a cooking class. Learn to knit or taking a singing lesson…
Having a baby shouldn’t mean we have to put our own desires on hold.
For so many years I thought this. I would make excuses. There was never enough time, money or resources. I let doubt and fear convince me that they were just child hood wishes. It was time to grow up, get real, move on. I would get mad and very judgmental of woman whom I saw actually living out their passion. “Who does she think she is? She is too old to go rock climbing. ” or whatever else it was. But who am I to judge? What gives me the power to squash someone’s dream? The only person’s dreams I can step on are my own and I have decided that I am not going to do it any more.
“If you can dream it, you can do it” – Walt Disney – 1901 – 1966
Now the fun part… I get to start making my own Bucket List (For lack of a better term for it.) I am excited by this idea. Are you up for the challenge? If money was not an option, nor time or autism or kids or hubby and you could do anything, travel anywhere, meet anyone… who would it be, where would you go, what would you do? Don’t limit yourself or erase it because you think it is silly or too out there. Write it down. Keep the paper by you for a couple of days and just keep adding to it. There is something powerful, intoxicating almost about writing down the things. It gives you hope. Try it.