Just Dreaming

I have a dream that one day women can roam the aisles of the local grocery store and buy triple chocolate chip cookie dough and eat it while their children munch on Chex mix. I have a dream that women will no longer gain weight from eating the foods that make them the happiest in the world, but gain weight when husbands want sex. In the perfect world Jenny Craig will no longer operate as a weight loss center, but a beautiful clothing store full of items that minus you actual size by 4. We go through labor, and children, and husbands. Why can't we have what we want for one day? How about a television made out of a Hershey's almond bar that when you watch it too long it drips and you can put strawberries on the nightstand and like magic you have chocolate covered strawberries. Where is the peace in this world? What if you could eat Chinese food with white rice instead of brown? How about ice cream? What if our children's eyes were made out of scoops of ice cream and instead of worrying about the sex of your child you concentrated on the flavor of their eyeballs. What about sour cream? I love sour cream! I wish they made it in body wash. What if everything we ate had sour cream in it? Wouldn't that be Heaven? What if you could consume one cake in a day and not gain any weight? What a life! One day I would eat Red Velvet the next day Up Side Down Pineapple cake. Then I would wash it down with a Caramel Frappucino. Why did Starbucks decide to tell us the real reason why those drinks taste so good? Sugar! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Finally, when our significant other picks that special moment at the restaurant when we are about to ask for dessert to remind us that we are on a diet we yell out your penis is small! What a life? What a dream?

Fairy Tales

A few days ago a special, special person announced that she would be leaving and embarking on a new journey to inspire, create, and become who she was destined to be. Because of her connection with me I was weary, because I was afraid for her. I was afraid of the what ifs. I allowed every thought in my mind to invade my mouth, and totally tell her all the reasons why she should not go. Never did I tell her why she should go. I thought about that old fairy tale Little Red Riding Hood. You know how Little Red Riding Hood went exploring in the woods, and found herself in the Big Wolf's mouth in the end. I thought to myself did Little Red Riding Hood's parents give her any advice before going off into the woods. Did they tell her to look out for the wolves? Did they remind her that it would be dark and scary? Or did they simply say nothing?

Long story short my sister has received this fabulous opportunity to broaden her horizons and move on with her career. At first I was hesitant, because I knew everything was not perfect and like in the story I knew their would be wolves to past, but I started to remember, and I began to think. What I thought about was my first dreams. The dreams I had before the kids, before the family, and before the marriage. I even thought about dreams I had when I was a child. I began to change my mind. I told my sister that I think having children and starting a family does something to a woman. I remember having all these ideas, and being passionate about being a doctor, and once being an actress. But what stopped me was not the wolves, but the what ifs. I told my sister sometimes us mothers get so caught up in our family that we forget what its like to dream, what it was like taking that step out into the woods. We get so wrapped around what is good for the family is good for me that we begin to forget what inspired us. We make so many changes to ourselves that when we look in the mirror we don't see Snow White anymore we see our step mother. Therefore, for all the women out there who are stepping into the woods, especially my sister I send you my passion to take with you, my love, my Good Godmother fairy dust and I wish you a safe journey. Go as far as your dreams will take you! Remember even thought Little Red Riding hood got eaten by the wolf, she was saved in the end. Some would say it was the hunter. I believe it was her faith, my love, her strength, my passion, her will, my Good Godmother fairy dust.