Building a Dream

“Do not wait; the time will never be 'just right'. Start where you stand, and work with whatever tools you may have at your command, and better tools will be found as you go along.” —Napoleon Hill (1883–1970); author

I have this dream of building a new house. There are no current plans for this ambition, but dreams are good.

Shawn and I never expected to stay in our first home for more than five years. Our idea was to finish the basement, sell the house for hopefully more than we paid and move somewhere with a little more land.

This is my fifth year in my home and I now know that plans change. I have no real desire to move; still I know that I won’t be in this house forever.

Today in the car my kids and I played with our imagination. I asked them if we moved what they would like the new house to look like.

“Let’s build our same house in a new place,” Jordan said. “Can we have our own bedrooms like Little Critter and his sister?”

“So, you don’t want to share a room,” I replied.

“No, we want a girl room and a boy room right next to each other,” he decided.

“Where will my room be?” I asked.

“Right next to ours,” Jordan said, “And I’ll be in the middle.”

“No, I have an idea,” Maddi shared, she had been listening intently to the whole discussion. “Jordan’s room is upstairs and I’m in the middle floor and Mommy is in the basement.”

Her idea grew.

“And, Mommy, let’s have a house with all bricks…like the Three Little Pigs. Then we’ll be safe. And if a monster comes to get you bring your bed upstairs to my room because I won’t have any windows just a nightlight and no monsters can get us then,” she said.

Jordan laughed, “Mommy can’t carry a bed.”

“Yes she can!” Maddi came to my defense. “And mommy in our new house we won’t even fight. We really won’t! I’m serious.”

There is incentive to start building tomorrow!

I’ve heard that thoughts become things. Who knows which ideas will become a reality. I just hope I’m not stuck in the basement! But if so, my daughter thinks I’m strong enough to carry a bed…so that keeps my options open.

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