BoBo has an assignment to create a “Dream Book,” or a portfolio, filled with anything that inspires them in life to be successful and do the right thing.
I wrote the teacher to get clarification on the assignment. The teacher wrote back with details. The “Dream Book” can include anything they want because it is *their* Dream Book. BoBo should include pictures of their family because these should inspire him. He should also include awards, and pictures of things that he might want to be in life.
The basis of this assignment is to create a book that the students can open up each day, or when they are down, for inspiration to keep following their dreams and stay in a positive.
Following the teacher’s explanation, I wrote out the following on my dreams (which do extend beyond my running goals):
I have a dream to one day have grown children that are happy and healthy, successful by their own definition and in their own minds, and generally “good” people. I have a dream to grow old enough to see them experiencing the parts of life that I am lucky enough to enjoy – raising my children, teaching them to do things, watching them play, and even taking up personal hobbies that round out our lives.
My kids are growing up so fast; I fear that I will be into the future in a flash. I know that I can set a good example, set limits, offer love and support – but ultimately my children are responsible for how they turn out. I may need a reminder or two regarding this.
After worrying myself to tears about my dear BoBo’s future, I hit the fitness center. I was torn between the Circuit Training class and my prescribed 4 mile run. What was the pace that I was to run? I could only remember 8:10 or 8:15 and that it was fast. *sigh*
I ran my 4 miles, and then popped into the class for the last 15 minutes for a quick upper body and core strength workout.
Those are good dreams Juls – similar to what I had and am happily experiencing now. The thing to remember is this: “successful by their own definition and in their own minds”. Be honest with yourself because sometimes their idea of successful is nowhere near the norm – and the question becomes whether or not you really mean it. We’ve experienced this with our older son, and have realized that we really did mean it. We are happy that he is happy. It doesn’t ease the worry, but it calms the soul.
“ultimately my children are responsible for how they turn out”
I think this is true, but very difficult for many parents to admit or achieve.
I have similar dreams, and now that mine are grown up (legally, at least) it’s nice to see them come true. Something tells me yours will as well.
And great new masthead, Miss Morning Face Winner.