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We live in an old farm house. Partly renovated, partly crazy. It has been added onto a few times and for younger kids and friends who visit it is an adventure land.   Ghosts in the Graveyard is a favorite with numerous places to hide or be scared in a basement with rounded plaster walls and a maze of halls, rooms, closets, cupboards, dark places, string pull lights and spiders.    Outside there are many giant  trees of various kinds, making fall and bird- well bird poop,  my enemy.   One ‘not as windy as normal in Idaho’ sunny day, while standing in our backyard, I stated “We should build a tree house!”


To which one of my twins, who were sent in duplicate to remind me what a smart mouth kid I was, reacts  “Dad your such a dreamer.”   While it hurt a little, it has  since become one of many family insider jokes.   Here we go dad is dreaming again (eye roll).   Well another summer has gone by and still no tree house.   Unless you count some random boards that were placed carefully by my 7 year old and his best buddy in their attempt to fulfill a dream.  The used an upside down garbage can and some rope to get in the tree and started with a floor in some flimsy maple tree branches. Before it snowed, I decided I better get the nail filled old barn wood boards down, so the didn’t fall and impale a kid in the skull.  Dream defeated, maybe next summer.

Dreaming parents, is that a good thing?  I guess most of us wouldn’t have even become parents without dreaming a little.   Dreaming what our children would look like, act like, and become,  along with some really strong desires to get naked, I guess drove all parents to this spot.   Now,  dream fulfilling is what we invest so much of our time, money and efforts into. We desire to give our kids the good  experiences we had as kids, take away the bad, and often trying to give them better and more than we had.   It’s what drives and motivates us every day.  As a dreamer and ultimate optimist, I believe its ok to dream, even if sometimes a 9 year old calls you on it.   I need it, I really do, I need to dream.   Some do come true, some by chance, some by effort, many by working really hard.  Some stay a dream and that’s ok to.  Now where is my hammer……..