I went to Barnes and Noble for the first time in a long while with my older kiddos.
I walked over to the self-help section which is now split into Personal Growth and Self Transformation (if I’m recalling correctly).
As I lovingly took in the many books on the shelves, I told my kids, “Mommy is going to have a book in this section one day.”
My oldest said, “Okay, Mommy.” As in, “Sure, Mommy. I don’t think so.” There might have even been an eye roll in there.
I’m not sure what I was expecting her to say.
In the end, it doesn’t matter.
This is my dream, not hers. It is not any of my children’s responsibility or role to believe in my dreams, certainly not believe in them more than I believe in them.
My dreams are my responsibility, and it is my role to show my kids that we are the ones who make our dreams come true.
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