Sharing A Field of Dreams with My Children

 Sharing A Field of Dreams with My Children

Last night, I asked my two adult children to sit with me and watch Field of Dreams. The thought came to me suddenly upon waking, like a whisper from somewhere deep in memory. Watching it again reminded me why it has always been one of my all-time favorites.

Having lived in Green Bay, Wisconsin, for eight years and spent a few years on a farm surrounded by cornfields, the film touches something close to home. The voices of Kevin Costner, James Earl Jones, Burt Lancaster, and Ray Liotta aren’t just actors from the screen — they were companions of my own youth, part of the dreamworld and imagination that shaped me as I was growing up.

As I sat between my children, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for the times I was born into — an era of change, of new frontiers both in society and in spirit. I have been fortunate enough to walk through many landscapes and experience diverse tastes across places and cultures that most people only dream about. And now, at this age, I still find myself watching the world change at a rapid pace. Not all of it is for the better, but all of it is part of this unfolding story we share.

Maybe that’s what the movie is really about — memory, faith, family, and the courage to listen to the quiet voice that calls us to take a step into the unknown.

Sometimes, sitting in the glow of a film with the people you love most, you realize that the field of dreams is not somewhere out there in the distance. It is right here, in the moment.