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I believe in big dreams. I believe God gives us these big dreams for a reason. I also believe that no one has the right to tell you that your dreams are too big. No one. Not even yourself.
Our family dreams. We encourage our children to dream. Then we make solid plans and create steps to make those dreams become reality. A little while ago, I wrote about a time when my oldest daughter was told her dream was just a wish that would not come true. (You can read it here.) Her big, bold, beautiful dream. But her dream wasn’t crushed. My strong girl stood up for her dream and said it was a reality that was coming true! (A side note to you mommas: You’re kiddos are listening, so keep pouring God’s truth into them!!!) I was so proud of her boldness, and conviction and unwavering faith.
Fast forward to my weekend at RISE in Los Angeles. Day one we talked about our past. Day two we talked about our future. Our bold dreams. Steps on how to get there and to keep growing and how to not give up on your dreams. How to actually achieve a goal. And then Rachel Hollis sat in a chair, and pulled out a children’s book she reads to her children.
And. I. Lost. It.
I was crying on page one of this book, because all I could think of was my beautiful children and their beautiful dreams, and the people who tell them their dreams are not possible. The story was about Rosie Revere, but could have just as easily been about my children.
Rosie Revere was an engineer who had big dreams and loved to turn trash into treasure. She was always creating and inventing, but she kept her creations hidden. She kept them hidden, because at one point in her creative life, she was laughed at. Her invention, her dream was laughed at.
“I love it,” Fred hooted. “Oh, I truly I do.”But Rosie Revere know that could not be ture. She stuck the cheese hat on the back of her shelf and after that day kept her dreams to herself.
She stopped making inventions until on day, her Great-Great-Aunt Rose came to visit. Great-Great-Aunt-Rose had big dreams herself and shared them with Rosie. Her biggest dream that she hadn’t accomplished in her life was to fly.
Rosie couldn’t sleep that night because she wanted to help her aunt fly. She was an engineer and she was going to figure it out. She worked very hard, not knowing if her invention would work. The next morning she got into her bold invention to give it a try, but sadly it crashed to the ground.
Then Rosie heard that familiar laugher. The one that made her put her dreams away. Once again, Rosie told herself that she would never be a great engineer. (Cue more tears!) She turned to see that it was her Great-Great-Aunt Rose, who pulled her into a tight hug and said:
“You did it! Hooray! It’s the perfect first try! This great flop is over. It’s time for the next!”
Young Rosie was baffled, embarrassed, perplexed. “I failed,” said dear Rosie. “It’s just made of trash. Didn’t you see it? The cheese-copter crashed.”
“Yes!” said her great aunt. “It crashed. That is true. But first it did just what it needed to do. Before it crashed, Rosie . . . before that . . . it flew!”
Great-Great-Aunt Rose knew that sometimes our dreams and inventions won’t work the first time. We will face failure and rejection and some days it will feel like you are swimming upstream in a storm. But as Great-Great-Aunt Rose tells Rosie:
“The only true failure can come if you quit.”
Rose Revere Engineer by Andrea Beaty and Illustrated by David Roberts is a book you need to get today. Order it from Amazon or pick it up at Target. And read it to you children, no matter how young or how old they are. Tell them that their dreams are important, and real, and beautiful . . . and possible!
God places these bold and beautiful dreams in our souls for a reason. He wants you to live them. Breathe into them. Bring them to life. Then surround yourself with a community, a tribe, that will support you and pray for you and pick you up when you hit a roadbump. Because like Great-Great-Aunt Rose said, “The only true failure can come if you quit.”
“Rosie Revere Engineer”
by Andrea Beaty and Illustrated by David Roberts
Abrams Books for Young Readers, New York
Also be sure to check out these other books:
“Iggy Peck Architect” and “Ada Twist, Scientist”
In less than two weeks, I will be joining 700 other women at the RISE Conference in Los Angeles. “RISE is a two-day conference designed, curated, and produced by Rachel Hollis. Rise is a cultivated space where women from every walk of life can come together to be inspired, supported and envoloped in a community.”
Yesterday, attendees were asked to send in a picture of a moment when we were proud of ourselves. Examples included giving birth, running a race, taking an amazing vacation, graduating from college or starting your own business. I starting thinking about all of the things I am proud of in my adult life.
I’ve got over 20 years of adult moments to be proud of. I’ve recovered from back surgery. Gotten married. I’ve given birth to 5 children. I’ve completed half-marathons and won metals in other races. I’ve spoken in front of hundres of students. At women’s retreats and marriage conferences. I preached at our church. I’ve shared Jesus. Taught dance. Published a blog. I’ve created. Encouraged. Decorated. Restored a 100 year old home. I’ve been a friend. And probably hundreds of other things I can’t think of.
In all of my adult years of proud moments, I couldn’t find one picture. Not one. I know there was a picture when I finished my first half-marathon. It must be lost someone is cyberspace. There has be a decent picture somewhere of me preaching. I know I have pictures of me with my brand new babies, but that might be about it.
What I do have, are pictures of my children in so many proud moments. Awards at school. Gymnastics competitions. Dance recitials. Solos at church. Theater performances. Baseball, softball, soccer games. First steps. First words. First days of school.
I was behind the camera in all of these proud moments.
I love that there are so many proud moments of my kids. And I was so proud!
I just wish I would recognized that I have just as many proud moments.
Moms. Women. Let me tell you one thing. Step out from behind the camera. Have someone take a picture of you in your proud moments. And, be proud! Shine! Rise up to your amazing, God-given potential and shine!
It’s your proud moment.
Take the picture!