My children see infinite possibilities in life, whereas I consistently hinder my own future with self imposed restrictions.
This was revealed to me when a discussion about “the ultimate dream home” evolved to the stage where each family member began drafting plans – on backs on napkins, of course – for their personal utopia. My own design was traditional and included details that only an uninspired adult would find dreamlike: an extra large laundry room with state of the art equipment, a large kitchen with all the latest appliance upgrades, and a large garage and workroom. I considered including luxuries such as a swimming pool or a tennis court, or perhaps a large entertainment room, but my imagination didn’t extend any farther.
My children, on the other hand, designed homes with the following elements:
- A medieval training field
- A dragon in the basement (for home security)
- Performance venues so that their favorite performers could entertain their friends and family
- Hot air balloon field
- A private airstrip and hanger
- Olympic size swimming pool
- A movie theatre with reclining seats and a concession stand (everything free)
- Design elements such as turrets, towers, spiral staircases, secret passages, elevators, and escalators
- Carnival grounds for birthday parties
- A zoo of sorts – more of a home for lost, hurt or abandoned animals to live in peace
- A home chapel (ostensibly for their father’s ministry, although also handy for home “knighting ceremonies”)
- State of the art electronics throughout
I could go on – no, that’s not right. I couldn’t go on, but they could. I couldn’t come up with anything better than a high capacity washing machine. (Twenty towels at once! Woo Hoo!)
What’s worse, I even found myself trying to curtail their dreams. I made (un)helpful statements such as, “Dragons aren’t real” or “Who is going to clean up after all those animals?” They neatly discarded my remarks by reminding me it was a DREAM home; as such, inconsequential concerns such as “Is this even possible?” had no place in their thinking.
What a shock to realize that I had forgotten how to dream. Poor, pitiful me, I am living a life with only attainable goals. How sad to realize that dreams which are possible, aren’t really dreams at all.
It might be difficult at first, but I am determined to change my thinking. I’m going to imagine a life of impossibilities. I’m going to believe in dragons and fairy tales and secret passages that lead to hidden treasure. I’m going to envision a future where my wildest dreams come true, and then I’m going to dream up something even grander. If I get stuck, I’ll turn to the experts – my kids. They’ll know what to do.
“It’s kind of fun to do the impossible.” – Walt Disney