Motherhood once seemed like a nearly-impossible dream to me.
Fifteen years ago, when I was painfully single after a hard break-up, I went to visit my sister Shawni who was pregnant with her first child. As I helped her shop for just the right car seat and stroller, I was overcome with sad thoughts – “This might never happen for me. I’m getting older. What if I never find a husband? What if I do but I can’t have kids? Here’s my little sister, so close to becoming a mother – what if I never get that chance?”
I remember standing there in the aisle of Babies R Us bawling and trying to explain to my sister why I was so emotional. Would I ever be a mother? Would I ever be picking out a stroller for my own child? Would I ever get to hold my own little baby in my arms? Would I get to see little children of my own grow and develop into wonderful people? Would I have children to shop for strollers with when they got ready to have their own children some day?
About six months after that, I got to know Jared. And by the time Shawni’s first baby was 15 months old, Jared and I were married. We were pregnant by our first anniversary. And as hard as that first baby was, it felt right to keep the kids coming – Isaac 19 months after Ashton, Eliza 19 months after Isaac, then the big finale of twins, Oliver and Silas, 23 months after Eliza.
We had crazy years of colicky babies and rambunctious toddlers and thousands of diapers and so many big messes and plenty of crying and spit up and sleep deprivation – and sometimes it was hard in the midst of the mayhem to remember that I got exactly what my heart had yearned for – in abundance! But as each little child learned to say “mama” and put their chubby little arms around my neck to give me big slobbery kisses and as I snuggled and read with my sweet kids, my heart swelled and I remembered how very very blessed I was to be a mother. So many women never get to be mothers. It just doesn’t work out sometimes. And some women don’t dream of motherhood. But my dream came true. I am a mother.
A couple of weeks ago, I had the privilege of spending an evening with 80 other deliberate mothers at a Power of Moms event called “Live Deliberately: Dare, Dream and Do.”
The night before the event, as I was tucking kids in bed and reminding them about how things were going to work the next day while I was at the event, my 11-year-0ld Isaac asked me what this particular event was going to be about. I sat down with him and 8-year-0ld Silas (they share a room) and told them that we’d be talking about our dreams and how to make our dreams come true.
Silas asked, “What are you going to say your dreams are?”
I have tons of dreams and I feel like my kids see me doing work towards them all the time. They see me doing all the “mom” stuff like helping with homework and volunteering in their classrooms and cooking dinner that’s related to my big dream of having a family. They see me working on my computer and heading off to events for Power of Moms to support my dream of helping other moms be the moms they really want to be. But I realized that they – and I – don’t often think about how all this action is related to my dreams.
In a moment of inspiration, I took Silas’s face in my hands, looked him right in the eyes, and said, “YOU are my dream. I always dreamed of having wonderful, beautiful, fun kids and you turned out even better than I dreamed.” I went on to tell Silas and Isaac how I have tons of dreams and many of them have come true but that THEY, along with their siblings and their dad, are the most important and most precious dreams of my life.
My heart was so full of love and joy when I shared this truth with my sweet boys that when I left their room, I decided to share the same truth with each of the other kids as I tucked them in bed. I was met with beautiful smiles and hugs and experienced some of my best-ever moments in motherhood that night.
So I went into the event the next day with this beautiful realization: I’m living my dream. And it’s harder and crazier and more complicated and deeper than I dreamed it would be – in fact, there are moments here and there when it feels like a nightmare! Some of my dreams have been put on a shelf for a while at certain points in my life. Some dreams have been dropped in favor of new dreams.
But truly, my most heartfelt dreams – that of being a wife and a mother – have come true. I dreamed this. I chose this. I hoped for this. I worked for this. And now, here I am, reaping the consequences, both hard and good, of the dreams I set in motion.
And I’m going to start reminding myself of this every day.
QUESTION: What dreams are you living right now? Are you acting like a person who is living her dreams? Do your children know that they are the fulfillment of some of your dreams?
CHALLENGE: Put up a sign on your mirror or your refrigerator that says, “I’m living my dream.” Think daily about the blessings you have and the dreams that have come true in your life.
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I love this!! You are right. I am living my dream. Thanks for the sweet, but powerful reminder!!!
This is such a great post! I like that you have included in your essay both the words dream and nightmare. I wonder if there is any other profession where one is literally living their dream but feeling like they have one foot in heaven and one foot in hell at the same time. Thanks for posting.
Ahhhh! So beautiful! LOVE it, Saren!
Thank you so much for this post, Saren. I love the idea and truth that “some dreams have been dropped in favor of new dreams.” Sometimes when we are younger we dream for things only to grow up and realize how full and wonderful life already is with family. 🙂
I absolutely LOVE this article! I do need to remember this, especially on the rough days. This IS my dream! To be a mother and wife. To drive the carpool. To bounce and snuggle crying babies. To give hugs and kiss owies. To watch Backyardigans and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse all the time. To make yummy meals and snacks. And on and on.
I am so blessed. 🙂
I love this! I am also living my dream. I love being a Mom and taking care of my family. I always tell my kids that I love being a Mom. I want them to know that being a parent is one of the best jobs you can have!
Thanks for the inspiration.
My story is similar to yours. I finished college, went on a mission and worked for a few years, traveled some and wondered if I’d ever be a mom…my ultimate dream! I feel SO blessed to be a mom. Thanks for this beautiful story and reminding me of what’s really important.
Beautiful! What a great perspective – exactly what I needed today. Thank you!
I love, love, love this! I’ve been a mom for 19 and half years. Lately I’ve been feeling a little burned out. I’ve been trying to refocus my energy. I’ve had a child at home in some state of development every one of those years. Now my last will head off to school next fall and I find myself wondering what comes next. I just want to enjoy the dream that I have right now before I take that next step. I’m sure I will find something to do but I’m not going to worry about that right now. I’m doing what I’ve always wanted to do and I can’t imagine doing anything else right now.
Thank You! I will put a sign up because I am living the dream. And I want my family to know it.
I’m not sure I know what my dream is. I feel like I’m drifting. I have a wonderful husband and a great son, but what is my dream?
I came to this exact realization within the past year. As a young lady that was my biggest goal… to get married and have children (at the time I wanted 12!). The Lord has blessed us with five beautiful, active children. I literally spent several years in depression, which I’ve since come out of. But I distinctly remember the day I realized that the Lord has given me *exactly* what I asked for. How good is the God we adore?
great insight!