Dear daughter and I were having an early morning conversation today while snuggling in bed before facing the day. Lights still out, shades still drawn, talking in soft voices - a wonderful moment that I hope to preserve in my heart because she is growing so fast (It's not a cliche, I swear!). We were talking about what she wants to be when she grows up:
Dear Daughter: "If I can't be a rock star, I want to be a fashion model. If I can't be a fashion model, I want to be a detective. If I can't be a detective, I want to be a hair stylist."
Mama: "How about a teacher?
DD: "Yeah, if not a hair stylist, then a teacher."
Mama: "How about president of [my Non-Profit Organization]?
DD: "No, by the time I'm working you'll be retired."
M: "How about President of the United States?"
DD: "No, too hard."
M: "How about a judge?"
DD: "No because if my friends were having a challenge, and I liked them all, I couldn't decide."
M: "How about a doctor? Or a nurse?"
DD: "I don't want to see naked children," she says with a grossed-out look on her face in the dim light.
M: "How about a scientist?"
DD: "No, that's not me. I like fancy stuff."
She is nothing, if not a marvel. She knows herself, and I can't say I disagree with her assessments. I will love watching her grow up.
She is a very cool young lady: smart, independent, thoughtful, self-aware.
ReplyDeleteI think we both know the rest of that..."like her mom." :-)
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