Martin Luther King, Jr. was not alone.  We all have dreams.  I am grateful that he expressed his dream so eloquently and powerfully.  Are we expressing our dreams to the ones in our lives that can help us see them come to pass?

This morning, I was doing some handwashing of various articles of my clothing.  I have said before on this blog that I enjoy handwashing because I feel more connected to the women who have helped give me life–my fore-mothers, if you will–who often used their hands to perform the work we now do mostly by machine.  This morning, I thought of them.  I thought of their dreams for me.  I wondered if, in their minds’ eyes, they pictured me, generations away, struggling and laughing while raising my six children in the best way I know how.  I wondered if they had dreams for their children–a “better” life than they had…less worry, more joy.  I could almost see and feel them calling to me in a difficult moment–”Hang on.  I did.  It was worth it for me.  It will be for you, too.”

Thank you, my mothers past.  I may not know all your names or your stories, but I feel your power.  I feel your strength.  I want to be like you–strong and able, willing to face my challenges and put fear behind me.  I want to love my children and dream of their better lives to come.

I have determined to write–as the Friday tip of the day suggested–my dreams.  I think I will start with the dreams I have for my daughters.  I am feeling close to them today, and to my mothers from generations past.  Someday I hope to thank them properly for their dreams for me.

Tags: daughters, Dreams, generations, hand washing, MLK, mothers, strength

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