If you could pick only ONE of your dreams to come true,
what would it be and why?
The little post of pondering that I wrote on my way to turn in last night was actually a good segue to this one. This is actually one of the easiest Sandbox Writing Challenges I’ve ever answered. One of the things that has stressed me the most over the years is this innate feeling of being responsible for others. It’s not normal. Truthfully I think it’s a character flaw and one that most folks don’t struggle with much. I feel responsible for people other than my family. Friends and people I don’t even know.
And I get very weary sometimes of dealing with it, telling myself other folks’ problems have nothing to do with me. My inner voice is constantly accusing me of being a self-centered busybody. Is it a result of how I was raised? Heck, I don’t know. I don’t care. I just wish I could get over it. My blood pressure and A1C would thank me for it!
The absolute worst for me is with my kids. I want so much to see them both settled in their lives — not problem free, but successful enough in their inner life to handle whatever comes along — without my having to worry about them. (And, btw, Drollery is like that, too. He worries incessantly about the kids. Makes me wonder if it has something to do with “oldest child syndrome” as we’re both oldest in our families.)
So the one dream I would like to see come true is for my kids to have found their niche in the world and be at least content in their lives. Not happy. Happiness, I know, is a state of mind. Most of us are about as bloomin’ happy as we make up our minds to be. But I believe we can handle most anything if, underneath all the turmoil, we’re content within ourselves in this life, content in our souls. And I think that post last night was about my continual wandering to find that place of contentment for myself.
So the answer to this prompt for me would be, I would love to be able to pass onto the next world knowing that my kids are content and centered within their souls…
It is in the quiet crucible of your personal, private sufferings that your noblest dreams are born, and God’s greatest gifts are given in compensation for what you’ve been through. (Wintley Phipps)
The story of the hymn, “It Is Well With My Soul…”
Picture Source: Virginia Lieto