Broken-Winged and Cannot Fly

It is critical that we remember and cherish our own dreams in our daily efforts to be a loving mom. After my second daughter Aly was born, I had a dream that has stayed with me until now. In my dream, I saw a young woman sitting on a chaise with her back towards me. She was lost in a daydream with a journal opened on her lap, and surrounded by sunlight. I had assumed that this young woman was me until she turned around and I realized that it was my daughter. The feelings I felt at that moment shocked me, because it was extreme sadness. Sadness that time has passed by and that I will never be that young woman again. Therefore, I always try to nurture my own dreams as an individual as often as possible.

I have enough life experience to realize that not all my dreams will come true, either because it is no longer possible or because I no longer want it. But for the dreams that remain with me, I have the responsibility to myself, my children, my husband and the universe, to make them come true. If my dreams are defeated, then I will truly be broken-winged and cannot show my children how to fly.