Dream a little dream . . .

Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday.

No need to worry about presents (Christmas)

or theme dressing (St Pat's & 4th of July)

and it's all ready cold so a sweater is wise

to stay warm and hide your big belly.

I also love reflection and the practice of giving thanks.

I've lived a very charmed life so the list I make for this holiday

far exceeds and is much more special than any christmas list.

So this week I'll be giving thanks.

Here goes . . .

 

(photo by Anna Wolf)

When I was a little girl I wanted to be a dancer.

For my friend Seelye's 4th grade birthday party we dressed up

as what we wanted to be when we were older.

I put on Lish's red satin skirted leotard with the gold sequins and tap shoes.

I had free reign of my mom's dressing table and her make up.

I can clearly remember sitting there and drawing a very dramatic spiderweb coming out of my right eye.

My dreams were to be looking and living like the picture above.

That summer I won our church's talent show.

I did a show-stopping (in my mind at least) baton, gymnastics jazz number to Caribbean Queen.

It was my proudest dance moment ever.
My grandma and parents and siblings were all there cheering me on.
  It felt as if I was living that dream.

I won $50 that I spent at a toy store buying a microphone

that would allow you to sing through the radio and never worked.  Not once.

Today I am thankful that I am still a dreamer.

I no longer aspire to be a rockette but I do dream

on different days to be any or all of the following: 

a mother, a writer, a shop owner, an entrepreneur, a singer, a child life specialist, a teacher, an artist.

Despite my original certainty in a career path

I still struggle with what I want to be when I grow up.

Maybe I'll become all of the above.

Maybe none.

Maybe tomorrow I'll have another dream.

Today I'm grateful that I get to dream.