When I was a child, all I wanted to be was a writer. I would write in my composition notebook and everything always felt different when I did. It felt safe, and I could do it so easily. I dreamed easily, too. Dreaming was often and ranged in scale, but also seemed to include just about everything. These days, I don’t dream as much. But I still hold the ones I did have close to my heart.
When I put the kids to sleep at night I often think about what their dreams are, and if they feel sturdy and tangible to their little selves. I imagine and frame all the ways I may aid them in making their dreams possible. But more importantly, how just living out and attempting to access my own may inspire them as they grow into people of this world.
Lately, the conversations I have with the kiddos are about middle schools and how much busier life will be with a change like that in the not-so distant future. And so, all the dream thoughts feel even more extensive. I ask myself if the way I currently navigate the public school system allows for them to one-day know that whatever they dream may be attainable. How may they be propped up and carried through? I know that just like seeing me, there are a series of steps (unique to New York) that I have to step alongside River (especially now). These are roads that don’t pause the bliss of dreaming though. They are components, things to sort and place along the road.
Maybe it’s spring, or the heat that settled into a welcomed cool breeze over the last 24 hours. But these are just a few things that are on my heart lately as I write my book and be.
Are you dreaming? Discussing? My friend Erin took a note from me over here.
(Photographs of our first beach day of the season!)