Curiosity and Surprises
Life Is Full of Dreams
I loved bath time with my mother - it was our special moment. I would chatter cheerfully and endlessly about secret dreams as my giggles and splashing water filled the room. I ramble on about the day I will soon be able to fly, as she calmly and meticulously finger-curls my hair. After patting me dry and giving me a loving tickle, she helps me put on my pajamas. Before being tucked into bed, I prance around the house on tiptoes, hands fluttering with a bouncy rhythm that would one day allow me to soar through the air.
Frolicking in water was my freedom - a place where there were no limitations. Having three older sisters with many friends who always included me, I learned my way around the pool very young. Fearless, I would try anything. We spent many summer hours playing a swimming version of red rover, diving for coins or the occasional frog, racing, and eating caramel parfaits. Oh, yes, caramel parfaits - how yummy!
If I were not in the water, I would practice flying at the crowded poolside. Nobody knew what I was doing - not even my sisters. My longing to glide in the air from place to place was between my mother and me - our secret. Others only saw the youngest Levine girl with a headful of springy ringlets entertaining herself performing a repetitive, ongoing dance routine - teasingly labeled the fairy dust walk.
I talk enthusiastically about Peter Pan and Tinkerbell - clinging passionately to my desire to fly. Curious and determined, my imagination fills up with new possibilities and aspirations as I continue to play in my private world - nobody is going to shatter my dreams.
Tick Tock-Tick Tock: time passes, and many surprises sprinkle on me.
Question: At what point in life do dreams become a fantasy stamped - Delusional?
A Mother's Love: Innocence Protected