BIG DREAMS

The the funny thing about dreams is… When you stop and look at the person you came to be…. you wonder…have I chosen this dream…or has this dream chosen me? I had big dreams when I was young…of who I might grow up to be… A doctor, an astronaut, a famous singer or athlete…with fans running after me. Any of these professions, I’m sure, would have taken me very far… I’d be rich, I’d live in a big house, wear expensive clothes and drive a fancy car. But standing with my wife, next to our daughter watching our granddaughter playing soccer…hoping for her success…. as I looked from one to the other to the other…I took a moment to reassess. I never became any of those people who I dreamed I wanted to be… Instead I became a teacher with a wife and a family. I don’t know the exact moment…I can’t pinpoint where or when… the dreams I had for me blended into the dreams I had for them. Dreams that they be kind and gentle people… that they be loving and forgiving… Dreams that they be happy, healthy… and content with the live they’re living. I don’t know when or how this happened…the exact moment it came to be…. when the dreams I had for them became the dreams I had for me. Which is why when I looked at my wife, daughter and granddaughter… when I saw all that beauty in front of me… I could not think of a better place…I would have ever dreamed I’d be.