When I ask my daughter, “what do you want to be when you grow up?”, her response changes often. One day she wants to be princess. The next, she wants to be a chef. Then it’s a unicorn. I love hearing her responses because each answer, no matter how far fetched, is filled with innocent hope. To hear the dreams of a child makes you reflect on what you may have answered at that age. I have watched old home movies of me rambling on and on about how I wanted to be a veterinarian. At some point (thanks to Steve Martin’s hilarious, albeit demented, character in Little Shop of Horrors….why was I watching this inappropriate movie at such a young age anyway!), I wanted to be a dentist. I ended up deciding advertising was the job for me, as Amanda Woodward on Melrose Place made it look exciting and edgy. So with that decision, I went off to college to get a business degree in advertising and marketing. While it wasn’t as glamorous as Melrose Place had promised, I enjoyed the work. Fast forward to present day, and my work is even less glamorous. While I love my mommy job, I was never that little girl who wanted to play mommy to my dolls. I never thought to take on that role while playing. And while my own little girl loves to play mommy, when I ask her if she wants to be a mommy someday, she replies with a no and tells me she wants to be a baker or a ballerina.
I can’t wait to continue to hear the things my daughter will want to be when she grows up throughout the years. I enjoy listening to her excitement when she describes why it would be fabulous to be a zebra when she grows up. I just hope that she doesn’t grow up too fast….I don’t think I’m ready for a zebra.