If she were still alive, my mother would be 98 today. My sister and I hope that another one of her great grandchildren will be born today in Cleveland, Tennessee — Preston.
A few weeks ago my niece discovered an old high school yearbook of my mother’s where she declared she hoped to be a famous novelist one day. I never knew that was one of her dreams.
When we are old enough to have dreams of our own, we often forget that our parents and grandparents once had dreams themselves. Its often to late to ask, such is my case, and often to late to find out what happened to those dreams.
I never asked my parents about their dreams. I certainly never encouraged them to resurrect them later in life. We think we know so much about our parents and then one day we wake up and they are not here to ask them the hundreds of questions we wish we would have asked.
Mother’s day will soon be upon us once again. Might I suggest that rather than give her a book, a box of chocolates, or a photo of your kids you give yourself a present. Ask your mother about her dreams, you might be surprised.
If she is no longer with you, go to a quiet place with a photo and still have that talk. Tell her about your dreams.
If Elders could give you any wisdom it would be — spend a lot more time thinking and working toward your dreams, and lot less time on your fears. Our political leaders might need to listen as well.
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