Dream #3

Dream number three: 

to be a loving and nurturing mother. 

This, in a way, is part two of my family dreams, part one was to be a loving and supportive wife (dream number two). Both these dreams are a long way down the line for me and I am in no hurry, but I definitely hope for these someday.

 I dream of doing so many things with my future kids. Most of my dreams flow from how my mom raised me. She was, and is, an incredible mother. She nurtured and encouraged my creativity, and she truly loved me above herself, so much so that I never have doubted it. I remember her taking me down to Laguna Beach and setting me up with my finger paints and easel right next to all the professional artists. She would do so many incredible things like that. I owe my love for creating to her.

 I want to nurture these things in my future kids. I want to take the time to read chapter books and poetry to them, I want to take them on hikes and I want to set up their easels on a hill looking over the beach. More than all these things though, I want to teach my kids about God. I want to show them his hand in everything. I want to reveal to them the beauty of God in nature, in creating, in pain and in joy. I want to love them unconditionally, above myself, in order to show a dim reflection of God’s love for us. I want to pray for them, to laugh with them and to cry with them. This is the type of mother my mom was, this is the type of mother I dream of being.