"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
How many times do we ask this question to little kids? How many times have I asked my own students? I'm not saying it's a bad question - little kids often have adorable responses, and it helps my students with special needs think about the future (which they so rarely do). But when do we stop asking that question?
Dreams aren't only meant for when we are little.
Rachel and Sarah have ruminated on this idea recently, causing me to think about my own dreams. A few weeks ago, if you would have asked me this question, I would have given some standard responses; I probably would have said "be a mom". This is a reasonable life goal. In many ways, it's similar to a dream: it will take work, it's something to be proud of. But it's missing that "just-can't-grasp-it" quality. That thought of "I never thought I'd get here", that makes you work all that much harder to get.
Now, if you were to ask my what my dream is, I'd have a different response: I want to be a children's book author.
This may seem like an odd response for someone who has written all of thirteen posts this summer. (Offline life has gotten "in the way", in the best way possible!) But I have the seeds of a story started, and another one germinating. I want to set aside time this fall to create.
My hope is that sharing my dream with you guys will help me work harder for it.
Will you take the plunge, and share your dream with me?
(For the record, when I was younger, if you asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would have said an actress. Also, one of my students told me recently he wants to be inside the Mickey Mouse costume at DisneyWorld. Dream big!)