“Mom, just 5 more minutes. I’m imaginarying.”
These are some of my favorite words ever. Walking into my sweet daughter’s room, seeing her laying on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Wanting more time in her imagination.
I sometimes worry about her imagining too much. At least I used to. She pretends constantly. She loves to daydream on car rides. I worried that she would imagine too much and not like reality. I’m over it. Her imagination is a thing of beauty. It makes her world (and mine) so much more beautiful. She is going to do amazing things. And she is busy dreaming them up right now.
So many of us forget how to imagine and dream once we hit the “real world”. We just plug away at our jobs and our lives, getting through the mundane. Working hard until we can take a break. Trudging.
What if we all imagined a little more? What if we imagined how joyful our lives could be and then worked toward that goal? What if we have big dreams and then try to make them our reality? What if we imagined ways to love on other people in need?
How much better would life be?
Imagine on, little girl. Forever.