When I Grow Up...

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We work hard trying to convince our kids that education is important and we want them to work hard to pursue an honorable profession. When Bossy first told me she had changed her mind about becoming a teacher, together we started throwing around ideas and eventually social work come to the top. It suited her personality. She enjoyed helping people and she was never one to back down from a fight. And now she has completed her degree and has a terrific job with DCFS.

Teach and Drama Queen were both always destined to be teachers. It was just in their blood and once they set their feet on that path, they never deviated. Both of them just finished their student teaching a couple of weeks ago and are now facing the happy prospects of graduation.

The Gym Rat has just over a year to go on his degree in Finance and although he changes his mind on a regular basis, it looks like maybe he will finish it up this time. He is currently working at a bank, so that certainly could be his future.

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When I was in third grade, I was absolutely certain that I wanted to become a writer. It wasn’t until I was an adult and had my work rejected 39 times that I started to wonder.

I think it’s great that kids nowadays are encouraged to sit down and make plans and goals for the future. Prima Donna and I attended her 8th grade SEOP with a counselor just a few weeks ago. She is already thinking teacher based on her likes and dislikes. Princess wants to be a dance teacher and Sport is thinking a racecar driver sounds good…

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So today I asked my 4-year-old grandson, Burrito, what he wanted to be when he grew up. He responded immediately and with enthusiasm that he wanted to be an astronaut! When I asked him why, he told me that he wanted to “blast off.”

That was much better than the discussion I had with Curly. He has been in a destructive mode lately (I think it’s because the Drama Queen gave him a wood and leather battleaxe for his third birthday…yeah, DCFS knows about it already). Anyway, he was destroying his latest victim when I asked him if he wanted to be a policeman when he grew up. He paused for a moment, then he finally said, “No, I don’t think so.”





He stared off into space, and I started wondering if maybe he too wanted to be an astronaut. So I asked him, “What DO you want to be when you grow up?” Without hesitation he responded, “I want to be the Blue Guy on Sport’s football team!” I wonder how much education he’ll need for that…