“Is your comma in the paper today, Mommy?” Charlie (4) recently asked. But beyond that statement, I didn’t realize he had any interest in what I do until I watched him at the park leaning on his elbow and talking to a four-year-old-girl named Molly that he knows from school:
Charlie: “What are you gonna do when you grow up?”
Molly: “I don’t know.”
Charlie: “Because I’m going to have my article in the paper. They put your picture in there an’ everything. D’you know that?”
Molly: “Let’s play with these rocks and look for jewels!”
And off he went with that little gold digger. Just kidding, of course, she’s an awesome little kid.
So, I slipped back into assuming the kids don’t know or care that I enjoy writing. Then I found this on the downstairs computer last week.
He started a blog. How cute is that?
Then I remembered this drawing my daughter made a while ago. I keep it on my bulletin board above my desk. Of course I didn’t date it. (Darn it!) Note to self: take 10 seconds to stop and put the date on things.
And I found this on the downstairs computer a couple of months ago. Great name. I even thought about buying it for her, but then I came to my senses. Although a while ago I did by the .com for their names. It doesn’t cost much and that way they have it if they want it later.
So here I was thinking my kids were kind of clueless about what I do, when all evidence points to the contrary. I think it’s sweet and and probably fleeting, so I’m going to just stop for a moment and appreciate that my kids think what I do is fun or cool enough to emulate.
And it got me wondering what they will want to do for a living when they grow up. When I was little I wanted to be an architect (not a PR person or a writer), so I know it’s kind of pointless to try to guess based on what they do or their interests at this age, but it’s still fun to think about.
What did you want to be when you were a kid?