"Dreams are illustrations...from the book your soul is writing about you." ~Marsha Norman
I have always had big dreams since I was a little girl.
I wanted to be a kindergarten teacher from the time I could talk. Being a teacher was the only career I ever wanted to have. Seriously, nothing else! I could see it at such a young age.
Like many other girls my age, I also wanted to be a Mommy. It was not a pressing dream but one that I am sure was there. After all, I had a few hundred dolls that all had names and personalities. I took care of them until I was probably much to old to play with dolls.
As time went on my dreams did not waver much.
I eventually went to college to become a teacher but got side tracked when I had children . It took me 10 years just to complete my Associates. After all these years, I still do not have my Bachelors.
Oh yes, my dream of being a Mommy came true but at the very young age of 19.
Being a Mommy certainly was not like it was when I was dreaming about it. I mean my dolls did not need changing or fed at the un-godly hour of 3AM.
Then when they were teens, worrying that they were ok while they were out with my car and friends.
No, this dream was quite different and the illustrations I had for myself is not what my soul was living.
However, I still had the dreams.
I ended up teaching pre-school for 15 years. These years brought an interesting perspective to my life full of play. I also was an assistant teacher in an elementary school for two years.
Those two years were the closest I ever came to the dream I had had since I was a youngster. I am sorry that I left it but this again is not where I was supposed to be.
I would move on out of teaching for my children were older and needed things that I needed more money for. I worked hard and paid the price for some things but the Mommy dream had taken a forefront.
The story in my soul changed many times over the past years. Sometimes taking turns that I never expected. Some roads when off the path of my dreams so far that I never thought I would be able to get back on them.
Some, I never will again.
However, my dreams are still there. Holding on with its last ounce of security.
Now, I am a young grandma and my children are in their 20's. Both of them are considering homeschooling and guess who they want the teacher to be?
A new chapter in the book of my soul and a dream to just maybe come true.