This morning, you told me about your plans for the art studio you want to own when you grow up. You excitedly rattled off all of the cool features you want to incorporate, thinking of every detail as if you were an adult business owner but still with the delight of a child’s imagination.
While you were talking, I was so impressed, but my awe quickly turned to sadness. I couldn’t help but think, “This is just a silly child’s dream. In 10 years her art studio will be a distant memory. In 20 years she’ll be an accountant or a receptionist. In 30 years she’ll look back on her art studio dream and will be regretful that nothing ever came of it.”
I’m ashamed to admit that I had those thoughts, and I assure you it has nothing to do with you. Rather, skepticism sank in because I know that so often, dreams die as we get older. During childhood, every kid wants to be an artist or an athlete or some other fun job that starts with an “a.” But typically that artist or athlete instead becomes a cashier or a mechanic. And we need cashiers and mechanics. But why is it that very few people get to pursue the dreams of their childhood?
My sweet and imaginative daughter, it is my hope that you will be the exception to the rule. And in order for that to happen, I encourage you to keep talking about your plans. Write them down so that you have something tangible to refer to when you’re older. Start practicing making your own art; put in the work to make this a reality. And even if the art studio doesn’t work out, maybe the practicing of your plan will open up to something even bigger and better.
Don’t ever stop being a dreamer.