Faith of a Five Year Old

My mom was going through boxes of old family stuff in the garage when she came across this fine work of art. I drew this when I was about five years old and on the back I wrote:

I had a dream theat I was in the Olympics and I wun ave sgl game and my mom and dad was happy at me and I wis it hapind.

Back then I was certain that I would become an Olympic Gold medalist. I didn’t know how to spell “happened” but I definitely knew how to spell “Olympics.”

After laughing at my awful handwriting and portrayal of my parents, I began to think. Would Tara, age 5, be disappointed in Tara, age 21?  True, kids change their dreams quicker than we change the channels on a boring Saturday night, but I still couldn’t shake the thought. I was only in kindergarten but yet I had bigger dreams than I do as a senior in college.

Remember when dreaming was that simple? There were no such things as limits or doubts of our capabilities.

If we all had the faith of a five year old, the number of things that we could accomplish would be infinite. We wouldn’t worry about how much work, time, or money our dreams would take. Instead we’d take the first step and leave the rest to fate.

Somehow if I could meet my five year old self with the help of a time machine, I’d say thank you. Thank you for reminding me that sometimes dreams are as simple as dreaming them, and knowing they will happen.

Faith is to believe what you do not see; the reward of this faith is to see what you believe.

–Saint Augustine

—Tara Pook