I came across this book today. In it lies the bucket list of my daughter, Studious. We had asked her to start this a few years ago as a way for her to set her dreams to the max and as a method to keep track of her successful accomplishments.
She has in it various places to see in the world. She has in this a variety of tasks that she wishes to complete. Daring things, clever things, thoughtful and fun things. Some things on her list have since been checked off. Others remain.
I wanted this book to serve as a compass for her. A compass to setting goals and meeting them. A way to broaden her horizons. To see her life for the great and glorious blank canvas for which it is and to inspire her to paint vibrant life-experiences onto it.
Tonight, I realize how fortunate I am to have her and this book of future dreams and aspirations. I am blessed beyond compare that my children have the ability to dream and become whatever it is they wish to become. So immeasurably blessed that my children can look out into the world and decide what parts of it’s magnificence they wish to join.
Of course, I would be remiss if I didn’t draw to mind all the parents I have known or heard of who don’t have their children any longer. How finding a book of these unaccomplished dreams would likely paralyze them with grief and sorrow. How blessed I am indeed.
I have seen the exact moment each of my children have entered this world. I pray that none of them ever make decisions which will force me to see them exit it. That would be against nature and unbearable.
Finding this book today was a pot of gold. It is proof that there are things yet to be done. Memories and fun still in store. Love to be had.
Here’s to the bucket lists of this world!