The American Dream
A few years ago, my mother came to visit. Our relationship is complicated, so needless to say, the tension was running high. My husband and I were bickering (about who knows what) and later in the evening, my mother commented on how she couldn’t understand why we were fighting. She mentioned that in her opinion, we lived “The American Dream.” Prior to her saying this, I’d never really viewed my life in that way. In fact, when she said it, I rolled my eyes.
What is The American Dream to you?
I suppose I had always viewed it as cliche or upon deeper thought perhaps about freedom and opportunity, but to my mother who immigrated here, it’s more about living a life better than she did. She views our home, our “success”, our family, and the capacity to achieve our hopes and dreams as a gift.
At any rate, what she said stuck with me. Most especially in the past few weeks, as I truly have come to realize how fortunate I am to experience many of my dreams coming true. It has shaken me up and humbled me.
Complete with the white picket fence and against all odds…I’m happy beyond words.
Hold fast to dreams,
For if dreams die,
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly. ~Langston Hughes