When I was growing up,
I had “white picket fence” dreams. A kind, strong man and I would have a little family and a wonderful home and we’d feel so happy and safe all the time.
This is a pretty typical dream, especially for a child like me who, at age five, had to start learning how to take care of herself because she lived in a house full of drinking, drugs, and violence.
Not so many years later, I found myself in a life that looked something like that little girl’s fantasy...
I’m married, I’m home raising my first daughter, and I’m watching an episode of Oprah. They’re talking about making a Vision Map - though back then in the 90s they might have called it a “dream board.” While my baby naps, I pull out the scissors and glue and start to experiment. It feels so good to create something that reflects the real me.
When my husband gets home, I show him what I’d made and he says something like, “That’s nice.” I put the page away and I kept on being a wife and mom.