At what point do we stop telling our children they can be or do anything they dream? “Never!” I hear you cry.
Obviously we don’t intend to stop telling them the world is their oyster but eventually, probably accidentally, we do stop telling them. We will do a lot of ‘advising’ of what’s ‘for the best’ and may eventually kill all their hopes and dreams.
I’ve been by myself a lot this week and I’m TERRIBLE in my own company!
Seriously, I drag myself right down (at least you lot can get away from me, I’m stuck here!)
Whilst wrapped in paste sodden Duck Egg Blue wallpaper with gloss in my hair, I got to thinking – maudling if you will- about how I got here.
How did I end up living this life that is so far removed from the one I hoped and dreamed of? The one where I visit exotic places, own my own gallery and live in a fancy pants apartment in a bustling city!
It has been said that I can be quite a headstrong person but every now and then I believe that everyone else probably knows better than me. With hindsight I realised that this is usually whenever I’m at a crossroads in life.
A crossroads where the choice is ‘Something really bloody exciting or a bit risky’ or ‘The Mundane’
and it’s these crossroads that have led me to here and now. Let me be clear, I’m not blaming ANYONE else for my decisions, I blame me for listening to other people instead of following my gut feeling.
“Get a job, any job…It doesn’t matter if it’s not what you want to do, you’ve got bills to pay… You can try and get the job you want once you’ve got yourself ‘settled'”.
“You need to come back now or it’s over”.
“You can’t move abroad, what about the language?”
“What about money?”
“It’s not realistic”
“You probably couldn’t do it”
“It’s a difficult area to get into”
And so on and so forth…
If people tell us enough that we CAN’T then we start to believe them and we WON’T and that’s when we stop bothering to hope, dream or aspire.
Instead we just exist putting importance in ‘stuff’ instead of in ‘life’.
It really saddens me but I’ve given up hoping and dreaming for me now. There’s no point. Maybe in 20 years or so but not now.
However, I have made a promise to myself that I’m going to tell my babies for all their lives that they can. They absolutely can and if it doesn’t work I’ll brush them down and they’ll try again and again until they CAN and eventually they WILL.
After all, it’s better to regret the things you’ve done rather than regret doing nothing at all.
Imagine if Tim Peake’s Dad had been like “no son, you should be an accountant. You’ll never go to space!”
The Tale of Mummyhood