Ah, the age old question. What do you want to be when you grow up? Our 11 year old granddaughter says she wants to be fashion designer. That dream runs in the family. Our oldest daughter, auntie to our granddaughter, also wanted to be a fashion designer when she was this age. She took a different career path but her heart is still very much interested in fashion and style. Need to know if an outfit looks okay? Call on the Fashion Police and she’ll applaud or set you straight.
The nine year old grandson wants to be the Army. Blow things up and make loud noises. Those were the games my brother played when he was a kid. But his path, too, took a much different route, going to seminary and learning about healing and peace and such.
Our son, father of these thoughtful grandkids, used to dream of being a photographer for the National Geographic, photographing far flung places and exotic animals. He does have his own side business in photography, shooting local places and the wildlife at weddings and kid’s birthday parties.
Hubby, at one point in his childhood, thought he wanted to be a dentist. He went into teaching instead, but he’s helped finance several dentist’s kids getting through college. And our youngest wanted to be a veterinarian, but decided instead that owning horses and caring for the herd at a local church camp, giving lessons, training, and running camp and passing on her love of those beasts, is the current path for her to follow.
And me? Well, I wanted to be grandparent. I was skipping the parent part and going right for the easy stuff, grandparenting. I have no idea where that idea came from because I seldom saw, and barely knew, my grandparents. But something about that job title intrigued me and that was my goal. And here I am! A grandparent. And here I am today, visiting them in another state.
And I was quite right. It is a delightful job.