The hubs must have been really impacted by the video post on Sir Ken Robinson because shortly after, I received an email from him (Snippet shown below).
He sent me the poem by W.B. Yeats (mentioned in his post):
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread upon my dreams.
And then the following words:
My dream is to allow you the luxury to pursue your dreams.
I’m happy when I see you focused on the goals you have set for yourself.
Happy when I see you exploring and pushing your limits. Learning more about the things you can achieve all the time.
I’m happy that you got the chance to run in NY.
Happy that you have your own kitchen and can bake and cook when you like.
When you talked about your school experience, my heart leaped for joy.
Happy when you were so naturally at ease around the other Singaporeans.
Happy when you saw yourself more and more involved in Park Street.
I was touched when I received the email because he is a man who allows and encourages me to pursue my dreams.
When we were dating, I was crazy about triathlon and spent hours training. He understood my passion and waited for me to go back from training before looking me up. He gave me words of encouragement when I was exhausted and fearful of races even though he thought it was crazyof me to do that. The best part was he went to the races with me, some overseas, and waited hours for me to complete the races. And once, he worried himself sick when I didn’t come in during a transition ( I Did Not Finish for the Bintan Tri).
Being a married woman, I suddenly turned domestic and my interest in baking and cooking grew. I toyed with the idea of taking up culinary education in Boston and in the famed Le Corden Bleu. YOu know what? He didn’t disagree but asked me to consider it carefully. He was supportive of the idea, knowing how passionate I have become of baking. Of course, I was also practical and thought the cost of the education was too much of a financial burden for us. But the fact that he was willing to live my dream was …truly admirable (for a lack of words).
Though I am not going through formal culinary education, I am living my dream. The hubs bought me all the cooking and baking equipment that I need and was always so supportive of me when I wanted to buy cookbooks.
You know what? I wake up each morning, not dreading because I am ready to test out recipes and savour the fruits of my labour. The best part, of course, is to share with the one who made this possible.
Thank you for allowing me to live my dream.