For as long as I can remember, I have been told that I am a day-dreamer. When my parents would go in for parent-teacher conferences, they would be told that I was a day-dreamer. I am proud to say that my head remains in the clouds to this very day. I suppose that it is all in how you look at it, but I do not view being a day-dreamer as a bad thing, even though there have been many in my life that have painted it with negative connotations.
It was Edgar Allen Poe who once wrote, "Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only by night."
I agree wholeheartedly with Mr. Poe. If we are to accomplish anything, we must first dream. And if we are to accomplish big things, then we must dream big.
I was actually asked the other day if I dream and after staring at her with my mouth agape for probably way too long, I told her that of course I dream. Her next question, however, made me think a little harder.
"Do you remember your dreams?" she asked. "Well, of course," I started to say. But then I had to stop and think about all the dreams that I have had in my 46 years.
I know that I dreamed of owning a horse for years starting at the tender age of three. It was not until I was nine years old and my parents felt that I was big enough and responsible enough to care for one on my own that I got one, though. It didn't just happen, but that is why my dreams were so important.
I once dreamed of becoming a ballerina. Now before you laugh, let me qualify that statement with the fact that I was four years old at the time. Because I dared to dream this dream and my parents were the great people that they are, I was given the opportunity to study ballet and tap at Miss Barbara Jean Van Scoy's School of Dance for five years. Honestly, I can tell you that I did not excel at this venture, but I am convinced it is because of those lessons that I am alive today. They taught me balance and grace and poise. While I may look the part of a bull in a china shop, I am actually quite agile.
My husband and I tried for three and a half years before we were able to conceive our daughter and in all that time, I never gave up the dream of having my very own little girl. Throughout all the dreams that I have had about her and for her, we have experienced laughter and tears and everything in between. My dream daughter turned 21 last weekend. Happy birthday, honey.
I suppose just like everyone else, I have dreamed of being loved and respected. I found out through trials and triumphs that you must love and respect others before they will love and respect you. I happily have gained both.
For the dreams that wake you up at night and the dreams that make you smile. For the dreams that require blood, sweat, and tears to achieve. For all the dreams that make us the people that we are today, I say, keep on dreaming for our dreams will take us as far as we want to go.