What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?
Aunties will ask. As will a few others.
My sister wanted to be an Indian so she could ride a horse.
Myself, I was obsessed with the idea of working next to my auntie at the checkout in the supermarket. Where she worked at. Or the deli section. The idea of wrapping goods in paper really appealed.
But this question has got me thinking?
There was always that one goal to strive for. As though everything hinges on that one job, one goal. One purpose.
A doctor. Vet. Teacher…..
But what also strikes me, is when are we grown up?
Yes, we know pretty much when a person physically stops growing. Around 18 years old. Or that females tend to mature faster than males. But, really when are we considered a grown-up?
I think of how a mechanic commented on how I sized up a puddle and jumped over it!
”Like a kid.”
Our experiences collect up over time so we can cook well, or drive. But at what point are we grown?
I did achieve a goal of working in Childcare as a qualified carer. But that was in my twenties. Now I clean houses, to suit school hours and with the flexibility around my child possibly falling out the hammock in school yard and banging their head, which has happened. And I’ve had to pick her up. I couldn’t do that if I was a pilot!
Emotionally I feel I’m still growing. At aged 43.
I have turned a corner at 40, I know that much. A self-awareness.
There are expectations on us to start acting accordingly, at a certain point.
A four year old walking backwards through the mall, in a cape brings smiles. An adult doing this would bring frowns. Yet I watched once a mum happily playing in the park with her child having a wonderful time, getting giddy.
The desire to do cartwheels and hop has passed. My sister and I would spend ages doing headstands and handstands in the hallway at home.
I actually tried hopping the other day with my daughter, to my horror I managed about four, before careening off somewhere strange. Crikey! When had I lost the ability to hop. Perhaps, it’s something a person stops doing at aged ten 1/2.
I do believe the statement “What do you want to be when you grow up?” Is outdated. Of course, it’s fun to ask. So many possibilities. Of course, analysis of a simple question just makes for overthinking, but I did wonder…
When are we all grown?
Teaching our children “the here and now” to value their presence NOW is to be cherished.
Instead of focusing on all the potential and the goal. Of course, kids LOVE to pretend. Love to play at jobs.
Let’s remember too, it’s not often promoted to grow happy or empowered. It’s all about that job role.
So enjoy the here and now. Encourage our children to value themselves as they grow. There is no definitive point to aim for, without knowing that “all that stuff” along the way is to be valued too. I’m getting there.