I am always amazed at the aspirations of my children. They have yet to surrender to the limitations that society places upon them. Their dreams are bigger than I could ever imagine. They believe in their plan to become a teacher, an engineer, a nurse and a “home mom”. My littlest talks often about growing up to be a farm animal. Some days it’s a cow, others it’s a horse. She shares this dream with her sister, who had similar dreams at 2 years old….
But somewhere along the road to adulthood, we not only lose sight of those dreams, we lose our confidence to dream at all. We fall into the roles we assume. Punching a time card, folding laundry, running the kids from one sporting event to another. The responsibilities we carry weigh heavy and we lose sight of our childhood plans to be a horse. We fall into the false promise of being “normal”. Fitting into what society, neighbors, media expect us to be. Sometimes, we create those false walls and expectations ourselves. Every once a while, I would challenge you to stretch your arms and break through those walls.
Chris and I had long dreamed of buying a little getaway home on a lake. I grew up near the water, I love the beach, my kids are fish. But we also really love the country. Through a crazy series of events, we ended up buying 10 acres of undeveloped countryside. Several acres are wooded, there is an old canning factory from the 1910s and wide open space for our kids to run, play and get dirty.
I never thought of myself as a country kid. I was raised on Long Island, I lived in Manhattan during nursing school. I remember my first visit to a true Indiana farmhouse when I was an undergrad freshman. I had never been anywhere so dark or quiet in my life. I begged my college roommates, Jody and Erin, to turn on a light and a radio.
But since turning 30, I started to dream like a child. “What if?” What if we bought some land, what if I learned to garden and grow veggies? What if we traded in the house in the burbs and moved to a place with shoddy cell service and mud? While we aren’t going to pack up our dream home and move to the tiny 2 bedroom home we are buying, we are making some dreams come true. Many of our friends and family think we are a bit nuts. But those who love us well know that this is a dream of mine. And good friends support dreams even if it means taking on a dilapidated house and overgrown acreage.
What is your dream? What is that thing that you think you can’t do? There isn’t time, you don’t know how, folks would think you are nuts? Let me tell you, you can, there is time, you will learn, and I celebrate your dream with you. Whether it’s running a marathon, becoming a makeup artist, buying a farm, or traveling abroad. Stretch your arms, embrace your dreams.
And what farm is complete without a dog…meet our newest kid-