Hello, friends. Question: did you have big dreams when you were growing up? I know I did. First, I wanted to be a Drake cheerleader, then a Drake basketball player. (Did I think past college? No, no I did not.) I recall at some point wanting to be an Olympic gymnast. I also wanted to be a teacher and a famous author.
Obviously, I haven't exactly achieved those dreams. I stopped wanting to be a cheerleader when I started liking basketball more. I stopped dreaming of being a basketball player when I looked at the roster one day and saw that the shortest person on it was 5'6". I lost interest in gymnastics after about fifth grade. I'm a teacher of sorts today, but not in the way that I desired to be when I was a kid. As for the last one, well, writing a blog wasn't what I had in mind. (Although I am famous - just ask the random people in Ukraine who read my blog.)
My foster daughter has some equally interesting dreams. In the last nine months, she has expressed interest in becoming a dog groomer at PetSmart, a teacher, a DCE like me, and the director of Leonardo's Children's Museum here in town. I think she would also accept becoming a My Little Pony or a Disney princess.
Just like most of us, I'm sure my foster daughter will go through many more dreams before she settles on a career. What's important to me is that she is able to dream. Despite everything that she's gone through, she is able to look at the future and say "Someday, I will do great things." Whether she becomes a dog groomer or a teacher or a Disney princess or something entirely different, my foster daughter is going to grow up and show the world what she's made of.
I can't wait.
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