she says she has no idea how old she will be in twenty years.
i ask her how old she is now and then watch the lightbulb light up.
then she says she has no idea what she will be doing.
so, i say things like: well, will you be living on a beach in california and living the life of a groovy surfer girl? or, will you be living in some cool loft in new york with your name in lights on broadway? will you be a backup singer for john mellencamp? not that these were any sort of childhood dreams of mine or anything. ok. maybe that backup singer one wasn't so much a childhood dream but a more recent one.
but i digress.
she runs for paper and pencil and i can't wait to see what she comes up with. will i finally get to live out one of my dreams through my kids?
I think I will have a great life when I am 27. It will be a bit hard with the children but I could handel it. and I want to be a soccer coach while my husband takes the kids.
huh? that's what you want to do? what about being an archaeologist? a ski bum? where's the part about how you'll backpack all over europe and asia, meet the dalai lama and become enlightened? won't you be busy at book signings for writing that bestselling family saga that turns into a lifetime movie?
sheesh. at least she's got the "while my husband takes the kids" part right.