A Dream

by Melanie Miller 

In South Carolina where I live, there are many forms of racing. Drag racing, kart racing and late model stock car racing to name a few. I am surrounded by speed. The thought of actually being a driver of one of those speed demons has been a dream of mine since I was a small child. There are many women that have my dream but alas it is not to be. Women tend to get cast into the role of wife and mother before the chance of a lifetime comes along and then for most of us it is too late. So what are we to do? We become the road crew of our significant others. We spend our weekends at the tracks chasing kids and hoping for a win for our loved ones. All the time wishing it were us. We long for the rush of adrenaline, the competition, the feel of accomplishment, and those two almighty words in the racing world.Bragging Rights.

 I live my dreams on the wings of others as we fly through the turns and down the back stretch. I close my eyes and I dream. Always remembering that by being who I am and being the best mom I can be, I am already a winner. So in my own little circle track of life, I have achieved my own.Bragging Rights.