What I wanted to be when I grew up…
Last week I had a conversation with Meg that went like this:
Me: “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
Meg: *Indignantly* “But I am growed up!”
Me: “Ok, you are a bit bigger than you were, but mummy means when you’re as old as daddy”
Meg “Ok” *thinks hard* “When I grow up I want to be…”
Now I know Meg is only 3 but I couldn’t help my mind whizzing through all the possible different answers she might come up with. There are the obvious ‘toddler’ ones: fireman, astronaut, teacher etc but then there are the ones that myself and my Other Half have talked about based on Meg’s personality and interests, the top of the list being
miscreant vet due to her love of animals. Or, if we’re honest, librarian as she’s completely book obsessed!
I can remember being 7 or 8 and desperately wanting to be a teacher. I asked my parents to buy me a white board and set it up in my room so I could practice. I wanted to be a teacher for the longest time but, actually by the end of my time at secondary school that dream had changed. I wrote in my Record of Achievement (anyone remember those?!?) that I wanted to become a barrister and then eventually, a judge.
Lofty ideas some might say. And even that didn’t come to pass. I ended up falling out with my history teacher and flouncing out of college. Which may have been for the best, in the long run as that summer I met my Other Half. C’est la vie!
I was talking to a friend recently about how since having children I’m not sure what I want my ‘thing’ to be anymore. I used to be very goal orientated and driven and now I feel a bit like I’m floundering with no real direction. I have a job as a part-time Office Manager but I’m not sure whether that’s a job I want to be doing long term. Do I want to go back to work full time? Do I want to try my hand at something other than admin? These are all questions that have been going round in my head lately and I honestly don’t know the answer. It makes me feel a bit lost.
So, when having that conversation with Meg I was assaulted with the concept that the world is her oyster, and I want her to know that so very much. She could do anything, be anything she wanted and I’m so excited to see what she has ahead of her. And that goes for Eli too (although the jury is still out on what we think he will do!)
At the same time I can’t help but wonder, how many people out there didn’t end up following the career path they always thought they would? How many of us were sidetracked by ‘life’ and have ended up somewhere entirely different? How many of us went for something which felt ‘safe’ instead of embracing a sense of adventure?
All of these thoughts flew through my head in a matter of seconds and I was feeling quite jubilant about the whole thing before I was brought back down with a bump and reminded that, after all is said and done, Meg is still only 3 years old.
“When I grow up, I want to be able to touch the ceiling and the trees”
Good. I look forward to that day.