I once had big dreams. I lived in a big city. I was married with 2, no 3, children. Two girls and a boy. My husband worked some fancy corporate gig while I was a stay-at-home mother who spent my free time baking and doing important volunteer work in the city. My children were smart and well-behaved. I had a personal trainer and wore a size 10. Our family took yearly vacations and I drove a late-model hybrid SUV. I was happy.
But those dreams ave been deferred and have shifted focus.
Now my dreams center around my daughter. Those dreams include a happy childhood where she has lots of friends, does well in school and enjoys participating in extra-curricular activities. She will enjoy high school and earn great grades. She will leave the state to attend a great university and get a degree in something she enjoys. She will spend a semester abroad. She will enjoy her twenties with great friends and great life experiences. She will marry and have a family of her own. And someday her children will bring me as much joy and she brings to my mother.
So, while my dreams may have been deferred, I am looking forward to making sure that every single one of Foxy’s dreams comes true.