The girls and I were on our way home from Target last night when one of those conversations erupted. You know, one that makes you almost laugh and sort of cry at the same time? One that you don’t want to soon forget?
So I’m writing it down, so we can all laugh about it someday.
Someday twenty years from now, or when they realize they don’t, at the tender age of 5, actually know all there is to know about the world.
Whichever comes first.
Sophie: “Mom? What do you want to be when you grow up?”
Me: “A mom. What I am now, Sophie… I’m a mom.”
Sophie: “Noooo, when you’re all grown up.”
Me: “Uhhh, I am all grown up, Sophie. I am a mom, I make Christian t-shirts, I help advocate for special needs kids in China and I work with the clubfoot unit at An Orphan’s Wish. That’s what I do.”
Sophie: “I wanna be just like you, momma.”
Me: “You do?” (insert foolish excitement) “How do you want to be just like me?”
Sophie: … after further thought, “Welllll, first I wanna be a cheerleader. And a painter.”
“Then I want to make t-shirts. Like you!”
Me: noticing Isabelle hasn’t entered the conversation… “Isabelle? What about you? What do you want to be when you grow up?”
Isabelle: “Jut bigger, momma. Bigger like you!“