When I was 5 I wanted to be a dancer. When I was 10 I wanted to be just like my mom. When I got into middle school I wanted to be a scientist. I wanted to study the stars in the sky, not the stars on the tv. As I got into high school I wanted to be a photographer AND a scientist. I strived to take all of the classes I needed to be the best student for what I wanted to be.
Today I work in science AND take photos. I won't ever be a dancer, but I still enjoy doing it when no one is watching. I'd like to think I am more and more like my mom everyday, even though I do not have any children of my own yet. My dreams to a point did come true. I feel like I lived up to the expectations of my childhood dreams. Not because I felt I had to; because I wanted to.
I recently caught up with a friend who is a school teacher. She said the lack of enthusiasm of her students is really starting to become a problem. They do not want to do the work, but expect to get the good grade. They want to spend all of their time socializing on their phones rather then taking notes in class. Does this make anyone else sad? Where has the innocence and magic of our children gone? Where did all this entitlement come from?
Did you have a dream as a child? What was it? Help bring the magic back into the children's lives.