Kya and I were talking in the car tonight about what she wants to be when she grows up. Her answer has been all sorts of things in the past. Her first response?
“A mail carrier.”
“Really?”
“Yeah… or a police officer.”
“A police officer, huh?”
“Noooo… maybe just a worker in the library.”
“That’d be fun.”
“Can I work in the library, Mommy?”
“Sure. When you’re older.”
“Noooo… I think I just wanna do what you do.”
“Make book covers?”
“No, what you do when you get home. Cook stuff, read to me, clean up things, work on the computer, read books in bed, give me snacks.”
“Really? You think that’s all good stuff?”
“Yep. That’s what I wanna do when I grow up. Like you.”
I melted. Damned kids, they can really make up for all the ways they drive you mental sometimes.
2 Comments
7 January 2008 at 5:08 pm
Yes, but this means that you make it look easy, damn you! You’ll make the rest of us look bad so stop it!
8 January 2008 at 4:32 am
i was going to say basically what sam said ‘cept from a non mom who thinks you are a rad mom’s perspective.