Once upon a time, I . . .
- rode a tricycle with TeddyB (we looked so cool)
- beaned my best friend in kindergarten (he was more hyper than me)
- enjoyed strawberry marshmallows and jawbreakers (gotta love penny candy)
- had sweet dreams and happy thoughts (and believed my world was the world)
- learned girls were different from boys (and wasn’t sure I liked it)
- became a Girl Guide (and had many cookie sugar rushes)
- celebrated a not-so-sweet 16 (hey, being a teenager isn’t always that simple)
- had troubling dreams and worries (hey, being a young adult isn’t always that simple)
- went to university (and didn’t learn as much as expected)
- got my first full-time job (what an eye-opening experience)
- considered how unfair life could be (we all have our downs)
- moved out . . . moved back in (who says life isn’t cyclical?)
- became a parent . . . the parent . . . of my mother (who says life isn’t cyclical?)
- discovered God, the Great One (better late than never)
- realized it’s never too late for anything (and am delighted that this is so)
- found that faith is the answer to all things (and I’m embracing it forever more).
Today, I recognize all dreams are possible and that life truly is a learning process that makes us stronger and wiser . . . and better.
Who says real life can’t have fairy-tale endings?