Dear Kids, Dream Small

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Dear kids,

I have small dreams for you. Yep . . . you read that right. My dreams for you are small.

I don’t dream for you to graduate from the most admired college. I dream for you to find good friends with the same values. I dream for you to learn, grow, and be responsible.

I don’t dream for you to travel the world. I dream for you to go wherever God leads you.

I don’t dream for you to have an elaborate proposal or a fancy-schmancy wedding. I dream for you to find who person who knows your worth. I dream for you to find that person who is faithful. I dream for you to find that person who makes you laugh, and who will always be there to wipe your tears away. I dream for you to find a soulmate who loves God more than anything, and loves you with their whole heart.

I don’t dream for you to drive a Lexus or Mercedes. I dream for you to have a vehicle with little fingerprints on the back windows, a sticky sucker stick in the cupholder, and a half-eaten chicken nugget on the floormat.

I don’t dream for you to direct a movie or play. I dream for you to have dance parties, fashion shows, and play dress up with your children.

I don’t dream for you to be President. I dream for you to be present for the small moments in your children’s lives—tumbling, ballet, basketball games, field trips, award days, whatever it may be. Be present.

I don’t dream for you to be a professional sports player. I dream for you to have the strength and health to run and play with your children.

I don’t dream for you to have a job with a prestigious title. I dream for you to find happiness and joy in a job that you were meant to do. And that you do it with all your heart and all your strength.

I don’t dream for you to be famous. I dream for you to be known as a child of God.

I don’t dream for people to praise you. I dream for you to encourage, lift up, and influence the people in your life.

I don’t dream for you to have a huge house. I dream for you to have a house bursting full of laughter, love, and relationships.

I don’t dream for you to have expensive, thrill-seeking experiences. I dream for you to have memories of Christmas Eves with your family, big Thanksgiving dinners with the ones you love, and Easter egg hunts in the back yard.

I don’t dream for you to be strong enough to hold everyone and everything together when trouble enters your life. I dream for you to hold on to the One who can help, strengthen, comfort, heal, and make new.

But kids, I do have one, BIG dream for you.

I dream for you to love and be loved BIG.

Show love to the people in your life every day. Show love to your family. Show love by helping others. Show love by giving your time. Show love to the not-so-lovable.

So, my precious kids, my dreams for you may be small, but my love for you is beyond measure.

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Bambi Loveday

Bambi Loveday is a mother of four, and married to her best friend. When not running her kids to various activities and sporting events, she enjoys playing the piano, painting/crafting, and writing/managing her blog Love, the Only Thing. She writes with the objective of pointing people to Jesus.

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