When I was a young girl I dreamt of my knight in shining armour (blame Disney).
I didn’t ever really plan on being rich.
I planned on being happy, and yes that involved a white picket fence and maybe a small apple tree.
I thought I’d fall in love.
I thought I’d get married, in a church.
I figured we’d have 2 kids, he’d go out to work and I’d be mummy to our children.
I had visions of the husband getting home from work and kicking off his boots, settling down on the sofa for a cuddle in our house.
Children sleeping soundly upstairs.
Life didnt go as I had always dreamt.
I think some where inside, my inner child (dressed in her prettiest brides dress finished with net curtain veil and mums tiara) will never forgive the ex for shattering that dream.
It’s been a long process to get us where we are now.
But one thing has always stayed the same… that dream hanging around my neck.
A tinge of guilt that I can never seem to shake.
That my children will never have that white picket fence, apple trees in the garden kinda family.
So here I am. Re writing my dreams.
As a single mother. A single woman.
A 28 year old female with her whole life ahead of her.
This is the dream….
I dream of me and my 3 happy children, living every day full of smiles and laughs.
Living in a house which suits our needs and personalities perfectly.
With space to display our art work.
Music in the air.
Friends and family visiting as part of our big family.
Family day every week where we will do something together.
A day out, a certain game or craft that the children choose.
Just time were its is just.. us.
I dream of myself, more comfortable in my own skin.
Proud of my achievements both at work and at home.
Someone happy and confident that the children can look up to.
Sisters with an unbreakable bond, so alike yet so different.
With their older brother completing their crew.
As I dream this new dream for my not so distant future, you may notice theres no white stallion tied up outside the dream house.
I guess the dream man just doesnt exist.