I think something's wrong with me. Seriously wrong with me.
Most parents, when they dream dreams for their children, concoct futures made for Harvard. Or Hollywood. Or at the very least the headlines of Huffington Post.
They want their kids to become President. Or to be the doctor to cure cancer. Or a highly paid NFL wide receiver.
But I realized this week my dreams for Amara are much simpler.
Am I aiming too low?
I remind Amara daily to "make good choices." Because, to me, Amara's integrity is much more important than her status or even her financial success.
Yes, I dream Amara will one day attend college. Hopefully in Chicago so I can relive my co-ed days through her. Although Amara already has other ideas. She wants to attend school in Florida so she is that much closer to Disney World. But I digress.
I've always told my daughter to shoot for the moon because even if you miss, you'll land among the stars.
I wish someone had given me the same advice. Instead, I was led to believe these white picket fence notions that I now realize aren't very realistic. Living in the 'burbs with two and a half kids with a minivan and a dog. Then a sort of ceiling was placed overhead, and all of a sudden, my dreams were capped.
As Mom2Amara, I know Amara looks up to me. So I too need to continue to go after my dreams.
I want to show Amara she has the freedom to explore the world around her. I want my daughter to feel she can achieve anything she wants.
I don't care if Amara becomes a teacher, veterinarian, garbage collector, racecar driver, or fashion designer. I just want to encourage her to make a difference in the lives of the people around her.
I dream for Amara to be inspired.