Do you dare to be a dreamer?

As I was travelling into work on the train this morning, I looked
around at all of the not-so-sparkly and beamingly happy faces. I
wondered….what is it that gets them out of their beds in the
morning? Why don’t they seem more excited? What drives their
mojo? All of this head chatter brought me back to why I do what I
do. I want to fight hard to see a world where children are educated
about all types of families and people; I want to fight to see the
day where our children are taught to accept and love and not to
fear and hate.  In a perfect world, this is what I see:

In preschools and kindergartens all over the country, children are
taught all about what it means to be gay, lesbian, bisexual and
transgender. I’m not talkin’ a one sentence blurb about what it
means without discussion and wincing faces. I’m talkin’ having
a mandatory book list of LGBTQ-family children books for each
classroom, discussing what families are and the gazillion different
constellations from the minute children can speak, encouraging
children to not only question stereotypes but to fight them. Boys
and girls aren’t told to make separate lines because gender is no
longer seen as such a binary category. Each child will be given
both a Barbie and a Tonka truck from the second they walk in the
door of school and won’t be expected to lean more towards

Is this vision naive? Yeah, maybe it is. But to be honest,
sometimes we need to push ourselves to envision the day when all of
this work pays off. What’s your vision? I challenge you to think
about it…..

As John Lennon says, “You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one.”

Can you push yourself to dream?