#1000SPEAK ABOUT NURTURING…
I have to say that of all the topics that could have been chosen this was probably the most difficult for me. I don’t think I am a nurturer by nature. It’s something that I have to work at, it’s not something that simply just is. I thought about being a mom, a daughter or even a wife. No, that isn’t how I would describe myself and apparently neither would my family. When I asked them…well, they are still laying on their backs laughing like hyenas!
When we are young before we learn about life and responsibility we all have dreams. Some of us want to be president, a fireman or maybe a doctor, or a writer. We act those dreams out as childhood dramas over and over. We can see it as clearly as our dolls and trucks. We daydream about it while we are sitting in church or in school. We even dream about them while we’re tucked into our beds at night.
As we get older those dreams take a back seat to friends and school, college and husbands, and jobs and kids. We dream about houses and vacations as we live our 9 to 5 lives. We pay bills, buy groceries, join the PTA, but where do those childhood dreams go?
They are left behind in the dark shadows and are often neglected as we live life on a daily basis. They are only brought out in our wishful thinking or our late night dreams. Like a neglected garden, slowly being choked out by overgrown weeds and a broken down fence. We can remember though, the taste of a perfectly ripe tomato, the sweet taste of corn on the cob and the snap of a green bean, but we can no longer see it as clearly as we did in our youth.
Can we go back and breath life into those old dreams? Can we fix the broken down fence and pull all of those weeds? Can we do what it takes to turn those dreams into a reality? I say we can if we do the work. We have to be willing to sacrifice and do whatever it takes if our dreams are strong enough. We have to nurture them like tender young seedlings that fight their way through the fertilized dirt. We may even have to start over a time or two. Each of us must decide if we are to bring back our dreams or to let them finally rest in peace forever.
So far, these monthly posts are teaching me a lot about the person I am and the person I want to become. While raising my self-awareness they’re slapping my self-esteem around quite a bit. I’m a pretty compassionate person. I’ve spent part of my life as a bully and the only thing that I can successfully nurture are a string of letters that become words, sentences, and paragraphs. We’ll see what next months topic will be…please be gentle…apparently, somebody needs to be!
Appreciate the good, laugh at the crazy, and deal with the rest.
I love you momma!