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.