Dare to Dream

We were walking down the street when we spotted this sign:
“Write down your goals and dreams for 2021”
The first two didn’t take me long: forward progress for my kids and health for my husband.
I was going to end it there, but something felt incomplete. I had forgotten myself. It had asked for my goals and dreams, not just theirs.
This is quintessential motherhood: you’re always last in line.
This generation of mothers has gotten the memo that in order to be “good moms” we have to be selfless. And while selflessness is a wonderfully endearing quality, it’s also a slippery slope to be “less of your self.”
And when I narrow my focus, that’s not what I want my children to see and then one day feel compelled to emulate. I don’t want them to view motherhood as martyrdom, I want to model what a full and complete life looks like for a …