Friday, February 17, 2012
When I Grow Up
My mother is convinced that our 3-year old son will be an architect or engineer when he grows up. I on the other hand am debating whether to start a college fund or a bail fund.
"Just look at how well he builds things with his blocks," she'll say as evidence, that he in fact, will not follow in his father's footsteps of property management. Last time I checked the majority of the kids in Jackson's preschool were also talented in the art of block building. Does that mean they all are looking at a lucrative career in architecture? I'm just going to go ahead and guess the ability to make a tunnel doesn't guarantee he'll be designing the next Golden Gate Bridge.
Seriously, how could you possibly take the behavior of a toddler and turn it into a chosen profession? When I was three was I already sending out indications that I'd have a lucrative career in my chosen field of recreation management? I'm just going to go ahead and guess not.
Growing up I loved to pretend I was a teacher. I'd sit stuffed animals up in desks, hand out assignments and yell at them throughout the day. And yet, when it came time to start thinking about what I wanted "to be," teacher was very close to the bottom of the list (just above garbage collector, chef, and nun).
My stock answer when asked, "what do you want to be when you grow up," was always the same, "famous." I couldn't tell you how that was going to happen, but that is what I was banking on. I still haven't quite fulfilled that dream but who knows, maybe Oprah Winfrey will stumble upon this blog one day and demand I write a book she can endorse!
In the meantime, the bail, I mean college, fund will have to come out of the measly salary I earn at my "un"famous job, in my chosen profession of recreation management. I'll continue to look for signs of what the future might bring the boys, but I'll bet on those signs leading in the exact opposite direction.