What do you want to be when you grow up?
Had you asked me when I was 7, I would’ve said a zookeeper.
At 12, an ASPCA case worker
At 15, a veterinarian
At 17, a vet technician
At 18, an elementary school teacher
At 19, I played around with the idea of working in speech pathology & audiology. Maybe helping children with special needs to communicate. Or maybe Psychology; something about it gave me purpose.
My plans were to graduate with an Associates of the Arts degree in theatre then transfer the credits over to the neighboring university where they would take the credits to continue a Bachelors in Education or Speech Pathology.
Then I ran into your dad & something inside of me changed.
I was no longer preoccupied by dreams of my own but dreams of a family. I dreamt of being a wife. I dreamt of being a mother.
Staying in Southeast Texas for the sole purpose of continuing school seemed so silly compared to my dreams of being a homemaker, a nurturer, a mother, & a wife. Your father & I got married, I graduated, & it was off to New York for me.
New York was a beautiful experience. I made friends & found a job that I loved. I worked with one of my best friends running the toddler classroom at a child development center & I couldn’t have been happier. It wasn’t long before I bonded with the children & several of the parents. I loved the kids like my own & leaving them was harder than I ever could’ve imagined but at 7 months pregnant it was time to move back to good ole Texas.
Now we’ve been stationed here about 6 months & I’ve had a job for 2 but it just hasn’t been the same. An Associates degree in Theatre is hardly a career & child care centers don’t pay much. Finding a minimum skill job that pays enough to make daycare worth it is nearly impossible. Staying home doesn’t help financially at all. Sometimes it’s hard to remember how insignificant money is. Our lights stay on & we have food on the table. Our gas tanks are full & we have hot water to bathe. Isn’t everything else just an added luxury? New books, Starbucks, eating out. Those things aren’t needed. I’m stressing over insignificant things. A job is simply that. A job.
So ask me at 22 what I want to be when I grow up.
I want to be happy. I want to be available for my husband & child. I want to be loved. I want to take lots of pictures. I want to cherish the little things that make life so beautiful. I want to make memories that will last a lifetime. I want to hold my family close. I want to be kind to others. I want to take chances. I want to go on adventures. I want to grow & watch you grow. I want to run my fingers through your father’s grey hair when we’re old & look into those beautiful eyes like I’m 19 again. We were young & no, I didn’t have a career, a savings, or even a plan but he waltzed into my heart & I had never been so sure of anything in my entire life.