I’ve wanted a dirt bike since I was five. Okay, maybe not five—it was more like three.
Growing up, I knew it wouldn’t ever happen.
Not while I lived with my parents. My mom was not a fan of the two-wheeled neck breakers. I was strictly forbidden from ever getting on a motorcycle. It was a non-negotiable.
(No, I won’t mention the time during high school I jumped on friend’s street bike and screamed past my mom who just happened to be traveling the same road going the opposite direction. Dinner was not fun that night. Nor breakfast the next morning, etc, etc.)
But four years ago I did something about that dream that kept flitting around my heart; I bought dirt bikes for my boys and me.
We’ve all wiped out multiple times.
I’ve hurt myself—badly.
The bikes take work to maintain.
Is it worth it? Are you kidding? They’ve given us eternal memories that are gold. The first time Taylor and Micah rode out in front of me I couldn’t stop a massive grin from bursting out on my face. It was so fun. So freeing. So full of life.
It was just a small dream. To ride dirt bikes with
my sons. But it came true because I stopped putting it off and took action. And when Micah said it was the best gift I’d ever given Taylor and him, I smiled that big goofy grin again.
What’s yours? That little dream you’ve been meaning to do for years. That dream that won’t go away.
That dream that whispers to you just before you go to sleep.
I’d love to know what it is. And I’d love to see it come true.
In May of 2001 a friend called with a fun invitation. “You and Darci want to go to eastern Washington with us this weekend? We’re going to look for property around Lake Chelan.”
Lake Chelan is in the middle of Washington State. It’s a summer Mecca for tourists looking for sun, water adventures, and great family memories.
To have a vacation home there? Slice of paradise.
My friend and his wife had dreamed of having a place in Chelan for eons—and ten years ago they’d inherited enough money to buy a nice chunk of land and build a very fine summer casa. Darci and I thought it would be fun to go along and watch our friend’s dream come true.
We spent two days looking at land with them and had a blast. A month later our friends bought a half acre overlooking Lake Chelan.
Gorgeous view. Close to the small town of Manson.
A few weeks ago I was in Chelan and on a whim drove by my friend’s property. We lost touch five or six years ago and I wanted to see what he’d done with his land.
When I reached his property my heart sank. No house. No building permit signs. There was a sign, but it said For Sale.
I wondered what happened. Did they lose their inheritance money in a bad stock deal? Did they keep putting off building until they felt it was too late for them and their kids? Were they never able to decide on house plans?
Why did the dream die?
As I drove away I realized I’ve done the same thing. Many times. So have you.
We’ve let life crowd out our dreams.
We’ve let our regimented schedules get in the way of our beautiful visions.
We’ve let circumstances eat away at our someday isles till there is no sand left.
I regret letting some of my dreams disappear, but the other day my youngest son reminded me of one that came true. “Dad, those are the best gifts you’ve ever bought Taylor and I.”
Stay tuned, in a few days I’ll tell you all about it.