Giving up on one dream

I've come to realize.....

I used to always say that I had a "book in me".
Seriously, I started writing one when I was 10 years old: called The Lake Mahuba Mystery. I never finished it but it had a cast of a dozen kids (I always wanted a dozen children back when I was young). And, of course, they all had their own dogs. :)

As I got older, I became a little more realistic and decided that a family of at least five children would be nice - that's because I loved having four brothers and sisters. And, I still dreamed of writing that book. Over the years, I've still dreamed of writing that book. Oh, not the one that I originally started but I continued to read and read and read and dreamt of contributing something to the world of literature.

Now, as I've become a grandmother, I've realized that time has passed. I don't speak in the flowery language that I once did. My daughters are much more gifted than I am. They should be the ones to write the books, not I. I enjoy reading the books aloud to my grandbabies. That's the stage of life that I have come to now.

I'm still learning. My mother and father both instilled a joy of learning new things on a daily basis into me. So, even though I have lost my flowery language, or have realized that maybe I don't have that "book in me", I can still enjoy learning. I hope I pass that joy of discovery on to my babies, and to their babies, and to generations to come.