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<blockquote data-quote="Copabanana" data-source="post: 682205" data-attributes="member: 18958"><p>This reminds me of a story in the latest book I read for my continuing education hours. *I completed 25 hours yesterday. It was open book and I did not bother to read the books. Smart.</p><p></p><p>Rabbi Wolpe told the story of how when his wife had their new baby a young mother from an apartment down the hall visited. Her beloved child had been born with a terrible genetic disease and was suffering and close to death.</p><p></p><p>She was so happy for the young couple with the new, perfect baby, but so, so sad. As she held the perfect infant, a little girl, she said to the Rabbi's wife: "<em>This is what I signed up</em> <em>for."</em></p><p></p><p>I think it is important to remember that our hopes and our dreams are still ours. That even when we lose them we do not lose us. We are separate.</p><p></p><p>When I was skimming the chapter on dreams, and the hurt that came from the loss of them, the rabbi spoke of childhood dreams. <em>I could not remember having dreams as a child.</em> I think I just wanted to get out of the house.</p><p></p><p>All of my dreams (maybe 3) were related to getting into colleges. They were goals, not dreams.</p><p></p><p>The only dream I remember ever having was that right after I adopted my son I came to believe my destiny was to go to Argentina and dance the tango. It was the most absurd of dreams because I had a special needs infant and an uncompleted dissertation and no money and no help.</p><p></p><p><em><strong>I DID IT!!! </strong></em></p><p></p><p>This was the thing that redeemed my life. My son is the love of my life but my dream was to dance Tango in Argentina. I did it. To show myself that I could have a dream that could come true changed everything.</p><p></p><p>At first I wrote "meet" my dream. Of course you meet goals not dreams. I am very good about goals. Dreams come true.</p><p></p><p>Eventually my life became better than anything I could have ever dreamed. Because it became real.</p><p></p><p>COPA</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Copabanana, post: 682205, member: 18958"] This reminds me of a story in the latest book I read for my continuing education hours. *I completed 25 hours yesterday. It was open book and I did not bother to read the books. Smart. Rabbi Wolpe told the story of how when his wife had their new baby a young mother from an apartment down the hall visited. Her beloved child had been born with a terrible genetic disease and was suffering and close to death. She was so happy for the young couple with the new, perfect baby, but so, so sad. As she held the perfect infant, a little girl, she said to the Rabbi's wife: "[I]This is what I signed up[/I] [I]for."[/I] I think it is important to remember that our hopes and our dreams are still ours. That even when we lose them we do not lose us. We are separate. When I was skimming the chapter on dreams, and the hurt that came from the loss of them, the rabbi spoke of childhood dreams. [I]I could not remember having dreams as a child.[/I] I think I just wanted to get out of the house. All of my dreams (maybe 3) were related to getting into colleges. They were goals, not dreams. The only dream I remember ever having was that right after I adopted my son I came to believe my destiny was to go to Argentina and dance the tango. It was the most absurd of dreams because I had a special needs infant and an uncompleted dissertation and no money and no help. [I][B]I DID IT!!! [/B][/I] This was the thing that redeemed my life. My son is the love of my life but my dream was to dance Tango in Argentina. I did it. To show myself that I could have a dream that could come true changed everything. At first I wrote "meet" my dream. Of course you meet goals not dreams. I am very good about goals. Dreams come true. Eventually my life became better than anything I could have ever dreamed. Because it became real. COPA [/QUOTE]
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