Aspirations

In my earlier years, I had all kinds of answers to the "What do you want to be when you grow up?" question. My list ranged from nurse to piano teacher to heart surgeon to FBI Agent. My friends used to call me "phase girl" because my interests changed so often! I will say, though, the thing that came up most often was "housewife and mom." How thankful I am to get to be just that!

And now that I have my own children, I think it's sweet to hear the boys talk about what they want to be when they grow up. I'm sure their desires will change as they grow (considering how none of them are even 5 yet!), but it's fun for me to hear what they think about adult life and what they aspire to be.

Cole has mentioned three things; a dad, a crane driver, and most recently, a paleontologist. Dinosaurs are all the rage in our house these days!

Max has made me chuckle a couple of times recently in talking about what he wants to be.

One day after church, we passed a Bye Bye Buggy as we walked down the hall towards the parking lot. (For those of you who don't know what a "Bye Bye Buggy" is, it's basically a stroller on steroids. Most of them hold 6 kids and are used in our church for the younger children. The kids get strapped in and get to go sight-seeing through the halls.)

"Mommy," Max said. "When I grow up I want to be a buggy-pusher!"

And you know, it fits. Max is always asking to push things any chance he gets; the shopping cart, the stroller, the lawn mower.

But the one I like the best is this one...

"When I grow up," Max said, "I want to be a Grandpa."

"Oh yeah?" I replied, "So you can be a police officer like your Grandpa?"

He nodded. "Yeah. And I can have hair on my lip. It's called a mustache."

"Oh, I see." I said, smiling.

"And I can drive a truck. And wear boots," he continued.

"You love your Grandpa, don't you, Max?"

Max nodded.

That boy sure does love his Grandpa!