I had a bit of a revelation this past weekend. We went on a family trip to Fort Myers. The girls spent their days on the beach. The boys spent their days at the Boston Red Sox spring training practices and games.
My 18 year old son, who will be playing college baseball next year, was in his glory. He was rubbing elbows with his heroes. He was listening to their conversations. He was getting autographs. And then something crazy happened. My son got an autograph from the Red Sox first round draft pick. He is…..get this….18 years old!!! The same age as my son.
I noticed a change in my son’s voice when talking about this particular encounter. Although he expressed how impressive it is to be drafted as an 18 year old, I noticed some background tinder in his voice. Almost like saying “Hey, I’m 18 too. He should be asking for MY autograph.”
So I started to think about how dreams die. I’ve been fortunate to have some dreams come true in my life. I married the love of my life. I have three amazing kids. I have two careers that I am proud of. I played college football and became a pro bodybuilder. But, what happened to some of those dreams that died? I too wanted to be a Major League Baseball player for the vast majority of my youth. I still want to be a successful millionaire.
Fortunately my son is still a baby in this whole process. He still has youth on his side. Most of his dreams are still in front of him.
I realized that it is my responsibility as a father to teach him how to foster those dreams. It is my job to teach him the skill set of not listening to the noise of non-believers. I have to provide him with the tools to be strong and overcome adversity. I have to show him how hard work can slay almost any impossibility.
I need to express this to him in words and feelings and emotions. But more importantly, I need to LEAD by example.
So, today I am starting over. Today I will become a dreamer again. Today I will start the process of recovering my dreams, breathing life back into them and developing a bigger purpose than just going through the motions of my busy, chaotic life.
I suggest you do the same. Give your dreams CPR. Shock them with an AED. Be like Dr. Frankenstein and give life to that which has been dormant for some time.
We all deserve to live our dreams. And by “all” I mean you, me…….everyone. Get to work.