As a child I dreamed of being a mom,
to eight children.
I never really thought about the dad.
In fact when I played with the boy next door,
He got to be the dad,
and in the game that meant he went to work,
(around the side of the house),
and spent hours there,
waiting for me to tell him it was time to come home!
When I got older,
I dreamed of making the Olympics.
Every spare minute I trained,
in and out of the pool.
School was something I did to keep my parents happy.
As a teenager I did not dream of what I would do after finishing school.
I didn’t have to.
I knew without any doubt that I would be a nurse.
When I was nursing my Dad got sick.
He got motor neurone disease.
His illness didn’t stop me dreaming of the day,
he and mom would see me graduate.
I did however dream,
that my dad would walk me down the aisle.
I dreamed of him,
holding my children in his arms.
I could imagine his pride.
The years have passed,
and as I reflect on my life to date,
I can see that most of my dreams did not came true.
I do not have eight children.
I did not make the Olympics,
My dad did not get to see me graduate as a nurse,
nor did he see me married.
He has never met any of my four children.
I have had very dark days,
and dreams that never came true.
but now I can say,
with a happy heart,
I am living a life,
I could never have dreamed of!