Dream Doers

My youngest just left my house. My heart sinks every time one of my kids drives away. Maybe I’m the sappiest mom on the planet.

Mattea and I had good conversation today. She amazes me with her well thought-out perspectives on many aspects of life. She has a new life so very separate from mine. Something I didn’t really plan on.  I never pictured her leaving. Mattea has her opinions about life along with her convictions. And I respect that. Our conversations are no longer an adult to a child, but of two adult women sharing life’s joys and struggles. 

My three girls are strong women. Way stronger than I ever was. They are accomplishing everything I wanted to do but was too afraid. I was a dreamer. Still am. And while my girls are dreamers as well, most importantly, they are doers. Dream Doers. And that sets them apart from me. Their strength is something to envy. And I do. 

I wonder how different my life would have been if I had the courage to do hard things. I guess I am more like a stream that has followed the path of least resistance. My girls…heavens, no.

My girls break through flood gates with their mighty waters. They are avalanches that pave their own way down mountainsides. They are the winds that change landscapes. They are powerful ocean tides that smooth out the sharp edges of rocks, shells, and glass…yet gentle enough to leave treasures on the shore for others to enjoy. 

And they are mine. My girls. My Dream Doers. I am so proud of them. 

♥️

Andi