This weekend, for me, went from bachelorettes to back to school in a flash! Today was the first day of three-year-old preschool, and I had just spent the weekend with friends that I have known since I was three. And it always makes me think about how they seem so young in these little days but, wow! The rest of your life really is impacted by what you’re doing when you’re three-years-old. I still get to have these incredible girls in my life twenty-seven years later. And I know that we’ll be a part of each others lives forever. There will be more weddings and more babies and probably some not-so-great things too. But it’s nice to know that we always have each other to lean on.
I’ve always loved Shel Silverstein, from the time I was that three-year-old girl. I still have quite a few of his poems memorized (sometimes don’t you wish you could delete things in your brain to make room for new ones??? I like little Peggy Ann McKay, but I’m not sure that I still need to remember that she has the measles and a the mumps, a gash, a rash and purple bumps!) but this is one of my absolute favorites and one of the things we always try to teach our son.
But the funny thing about telling our children these things is that they already know this instinctively. The world hasn’t gotten to them yet, told them that they can’t do that, that they shouldn’t do that, that they should be this way or that. No one has ever said that they couldn’t possibly do that or, oh my gosh, what would people think? They don’t care what people think, so it isn’t that relevant! Really, I think it’s us, the grown-ups, who need to remember. The shouldn’ts and the don’ts and the never could be’s… They can be, actually. They might have just been waiting all this time for us to be the one to do them!
Dream big this week. Take the chance. You never know what might happen if you do!