When I was a younger person I used to dream about my future life. Don't we all do that? My mom used to tell me to quit wishing my life away and it turns out she was right. Aren't moms always right?? Anyhow when I was young this is what I dreamed.
I dreamed there would be that handsome prince who whisked me away on that big, striking horse. The horse was always white with the longest and fluffiest of tales. And the prince always resembled Elvis in some manner. That is just how I rolled back then. A handsome man with the darkest and slickest of hair. One who was gentle and loving and could sing to me. Ha! Ha! Sounds somewhat silly now, doesn't it? As I grew older I began to realize, as most of us do, that beauty really is in the eye of the beholder. My first husband was tall and handsome. But now if you saw him you would think: What was she thinking?? I think that too. He did not age well. And he didn't turn out to be much of a prince either. But my second (and last) husband was shorter than me. He had a belly and was mostly bald. But he was the kindest and most gentle man I ever met. Truly, he was my prince.
Now back to my dreaming....I dreamed of the perfect little family. Two kids and a dog. There would be a boy and girl. Boy first. Because boys always protect their little sisters. Right? And the perfect little house. More like a cottage really. With the white picket fence. OF COURSE.
Now back to reality...I never really had that cottage with the picket fence. I would still like to have one. As I go about down-sizing I am keeping my eye open for the perfect cottage. I want it to be SMALL. Like maybe less than 1000 square feet. There is only me after all. But it has to have a yard. Not a big yard mind you. I can happily sell the lawn tractor. A little flower/herb garden is a must. Although, I don't have either right now.
I did have my two kids. They are both boys. There was a baby girl in between who was stillborn. They are not perfect kids. Nothing like in my dreams. Is there any such thing as perfect kids? No where in my dreams did I even seen grand kids. Just not something a young girl dreams about.
What I have noticed about young people today (some, not all) is their dreams are much richer. They want everything NOW that took their parents all their life to achieve. They want that big house, all new furniture, the nicest cars. But they don't want to work 9-5, 5 days a week. And horrors if that work week includes weekends or holidays. Are you crazy? I need time off to spend with my friends!!
Now, for what I have learned. It's okay to dream. But I have learned to love imperfection. You will fail if you expect perfection. Right? I am learning to not beat myself up for mistakes, failure, or fatigue. I am still planning for my future. But I am going to remember the Yiddish saying: