So I am with my girls reading Dora books and we get chatting about the future.
“Mommy when I grow up I want to be a basketball player” said Tia, looking all athletic and sporty.
“When I grow up I’m going to be a cowgirl!” said Zoë, looking nothing like a cowgirl, but still being very earnest.
My girls have not worked out yet that they are doing to be doctors or human rights lawyers with political aspirations. But they are young, and I want them to enjoy their ideas before life (i.e. Mama) sets in.
Tia turned to me and said
“Mommy, what do you want to be when you grow up?”
My real answer came way too quickly, way too honestly. And thankfully, totally internally:
When I grow up I want to be thin.
Meanwhile back in real time my girls were waiting for answer. They’d been waiting for 3 seconds now. Hurry up!
“Mama, what do you want to be when YOU grow up?”
“When you grow up.” echoed Zoë for some kind of symbolic emphasis.
I smiled and said
“When I grow up? When I grow up, I’m going to be your mum.”