Never Stop Dreaming
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Last night. Circa 8pm. A dark room. Two little girls tucked messily under orange quilts. Heads burrowing into purple pillows. The sound of rain pouring from a small machine made of white plastic. Two parents, exhausted and happy, bending over, planting kisses. On cheeks. On foreheads. Eyebrows. Lips. Ears.
The bigger girl says something, her sweet voice swirling up. Guess what I am going to dream about tonight?
What’s that? The mother asks.
A strawberry with wheels!
The littler girl follows suit. Two can play at this game. Guess what I’m going to dweam about tonight?
What?
Elephants! she croons.
Smiles, big and little, all around. Unseen in the darkness. But felt.
More kisses. Quiet goodbyes. The rain keeps rumbling.
A night winding down. Pillows growing warm. Tiny feet kicking under pumpkin covers.
Dreams incubating. A day rolling over.
Lives happening. Love expanding. Always expanding.
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Do you allow yourself to dream like you did when you were a kid? How often do you remember your dreams? If you could decide ahead of time what you’d dream about, what would it be?
I dream about traveling the world. Seeing all the things I miss on a daily basis because I work in an office with a window that stares at a fence. I dream of all the beautiful colors in the art I’m missing and the people I’m not meeting. But every so often I make my dreams come true and visit wonderful places and meet amazing people and do incredible things. If I wouldn’t dream about them I wouldn’t know they were out there. That’s what I think about at night. I think about going back to the island of Capri, feeling the breeze blowing and the sun warming my skin, looking at some of the most beautiful water you will ever see. I dream about sailing the greek islands and bvi. If I dream hard enough and really put it out there in the world it will happen.
I love kids! They always dream the impossible and they make it happen.
My dreams remain dreams – some partially realized, and others, quite possibly, may never see the light of day. But dreams have value, no matter what. They keep us hopeful, motivated, learning, and feeling alive.
Over the past years, my dreams have been more about shoring up the infrastructure for my sons – so they might have their dreams.
That work isn’t finished yet, but I hope the heavy lifting is nearly done. And then it’s up to them. I can only hope they will soar.
Pumpkin covers and a rain machine sound like the makings for perfect dreams. And now I’m wishing for a nap (and maybe a dream or two about Cadbury eggs.) =>
you’ve captured such a great moment in this post. perhaps, when your big girls are older and it feels harder to dream, you can show them this, remind them that they know how to envision and hope. i know that i am feeling reminded and glad for the reminder. be well, aidan.
“Dreams incubating”.
That’s a poem in two words. Just… wow.
aidan, that is too cute and soo sweet. its hard to sum up night time and children…its like peter pan and mary poppins and images and feelings for which there are no words. but that was good!
Aidan, this is sweet
I LOVE dreaming. The sleeping kind and the waking kind. But I’ve never dreamed about a strawberry with wheels. I totally am inviting that in.
Awww… this is so sweet! I love the innocence of children. They can teach us SO much it is unbelievable! Such sweet girls, Aidan. Such sweet blessings!
Strawberry wheels forever…
Many dreams are what become our reality, many a times we need to dream just bring our ideas to fruition…. another great post
A strawberry that drives and is delicious? I love it! Glad to hear that you all are doing well.