As a child I had a vivid imagination and I was very different from my siblings, I was obviously a dreamer, spending hours watching the sky and intrigued by everything around me.
At the young age of eight I went to see a movie along with my class it was The Little Prince a wonderful story about a Pilot who meets a little boy while lost in the desert.
What struck me about this story was the drawing the pilot talked about, he had drawn the same picture over and over from the age of six (a boa constrictor eating an elephant) but everyone always looked at the picture and saw a hat.
He carried that picture with him everyday and when he showed it to the Little Prince who wanted him to draw a sheep he said “No, no, no! I do not want an elephant inside a boa constrictor. A boa constrictor is a very dangerous creature, and an elephant is very cumbersome. Where I live, everything is very small. What I need is a sheep. Draw me a sheep.”
Even at the age of eight, what I wanted more than anything was someone who could see me and understand my words, drawings, thoughts, dreams. I felt like a stranger in my family and my social skills were lacking, I wanted to please everybody but I was miserable. It might be the reason I was bullied at school; teased, beaten, poked, ridiculed all the while wearing pretty dresses and skipping grades.
It took meeting who I thought was my soulmate at the age of 32 to realize I know my own drawing, I don’t have to carry around a drawing for people to “get” me. I know who I am.
The pilot might have become a great painter if his family and friends had encouraged his drawings but instead he become a pilot. I might have become a great journalist, psychologist, actor, singer or even an activist but instead let’s see what I am: writer, coach, event specialist, mother, grand-mother, friend, co-worker, sister, daughter, singer and always a dreamer.
The little prince, who was present at the first appearance of a huge bud, felt at once that some sort of miraculous apparition must emerge from it. But the flower was not satisfied to complete the preparations for her beauty in the shelter of her green chamber. She chose her colors with the greatest care. She dressed herself slowly. She adjusted her petals one by one. She did not wish to go out into the world all rumpled, like the field poppies. It was only in the full radiance of her beauty that she wished to appear. Oh, yes! She was a coquettish creature! And her mysterious adornment lasted for days and days.
Then one morning, exactly at sunrise, she suddenly showed herself.