This morning on the Today show I saw a segment on #DreamDay celebrating the 50th anniversary of MLK’s “I have a dream” speech. Twitter has been blowing up with all kinds of comments, both serious and silly, but it really got me thinking.
What do I dream about? (Apart from the obvious – tornadoes and the apocalypse. Although last night I had a dream that I saw some copper coins in a fountain and I went to pick them up and they swam away from me in a transparent fish. Someone want to break that down for me?) I’ve been mulling this Dream Day thing over for a few hours and came to the conclusion that most of my dreams for the future are now for my son. I still have a few selfish wants of my own, of course: retiring early, traveling before I’m too old, losing 20 pounds.
Ok, ok, many of you will think I’m mommyjacking but my outlook on the future has changed considerably. I used to roll my eyes and scoff at moms who would drop the “this child is the most important thing I’ve ever done” slow-wall-slide kind of comment or how many moms seemed to have no life aside from their children. All I can say to that is, it happens! I’d wager most parents want the best for their children and want them to grow up in better circumstances than they had. I have no complaints about the way my parents raised me (aside from their weird gift-giving habits, which if any of you know me, you know what I’m talking about.) In the grand scheme of things, that’s a pretty awesome complaint.
So here’s my #DreamDay shortlist. I dream that one day my kid can grow up in a world that practices:
- a world view
- freedom of expression
We all have a lot. And we can all give a lot, too. So that’s my dream.