When I was little and we drove through the CBD of Cape Town, I would peep out the car window and stare at the tallest buildings that seemed to touch the clouds. I always imagined the whole top floor of those buildings to be one big glass office, that had a huge desk and a lovely lady in a pencil skirt working there.
And then I would say to my parents: “I’m going to own a building like that one day. And I’ll have that big office at the top.” And my Dad would respond: “That’s right, dream big baby girl.”
When I was older, reality brought some perspective, and I realized the amount of work I would have to do to get that big building. And whenever the workload from my Degree would overwhelm me, my dad would buy me a book that sells Private Yachts, and asked me to one day buy them the yacht on page 15. Or send me photos of hotels he is staying at, and asked me if I wanted to own it. His way of motivating me has always been tongue in cheek. But I love him for it.
I love the way my dad subtly motivated me to reach for the biggest things I wanted in life. That he never discouraged me by giving me a reality check. That he allowed me to dream about being successful.
Because now that I’m older, and building a life for myself, all of those things seems possible. And my self confidence is the last thing standing in my way.
I have absolutely amazing parents. They’ve been an example of what marriage should be like, what hard work looks like, and what support feels like. And because of them, I WILL own a business one day. He might not have 30 floors, he might not have a glass office at the top. But I will own a business, that will create jobs for a lot of people, and I will build my own success, without getting it handed to me.
I will achieve my goals, because my daddy said “Dream big Baby girl.”