Dream Come True

Once, I was a little girl. As a little girl, I was a dreamer. I had plans to become many things: an Olympic gymnast, a ballerina, an author. I had a dogged determination. I was the only nine year-old who showed up for her first creative writing class and raised her hand to ask the instructor what the appropriate steps were to seek publication. I distinctly remember the instructor laughing, while I had no idea what was funny.

I also dreamed of becoming a mother. My first baby doll was a boy named Sherwin. I was young during the Sherwin days and I didn’t fully comprehend the role of motherhood: I knew I was supposed to give Sherwin his pacifier and change his diaper but I also planned to marry him when I grew up. My older sisters laughed at me and told me that I couldn’t marry poor Sherwin. They also told me I couldn’t marry the family dog. Funny how “love” is simply love in a child’s heart. No boundaries, no distinctions, just all encompassing.

Today I am close to realizing my dream of motherhood. Mere weeks, in fact. It has been a long road but I was born with that dogged determination to chase dreams. So here I sit: a grown woman with the heart of a little girl inside her and the life of a baby boy about to break free. I wonder what that little girl would think if she could see us now?

Have I done us proud?

I am counting on her to stay with me. I am counting on her to sing joy and whisper love to this little boy.

I am counting on her to teach him how to dream and how to believe God for big things.

I have, after all, proven to her that dreams can come true.

I hope she never lets any of us forget.