When Lucy grows up
She's been thinking about that, recently. What she wants to be when she grows up. We visited her uncle last month, who was in the hospital with a broken leg, and she watched with big eyes while the nurse carefully removed the IV port in his arm, whereas her older sister had to hide her face, unable to even watch something so disturbing as someone with a tube in their arm.
The next day, she informed me with an extremely serious face (no one in the world can have such enormous, serious eyes as Lucy can) that she was going to be a doctor when she grew up. "And I will fix people when they have broken legs," she said. "Or broken arms, or broken noses, or broken heads."
"That's a wonderful idea, sweetie," I told her. And later on I told other people, too. "Lucy says she's going to be a doctor when she grows up," I said, proud already of my juvenile overachiever.
A few days ago she came up to me and whispered in my ear.
"Mom...guess what I'm going to be when I grow up?" she said.
"What?" I said, whispering back.
"I'm going to be...." she paused for dramatic effect. "Santa!"
And then she giggled and skipped away.
Santa? Not a doctor?
And then today, as we were discussing party plans for her fourth birthday (it's not for four months, but it's never too early to start party planning, right?) she told me that she wanted a butterfly party.
"Just like I'm going to be when I grow up!" she said.
"What? What about when you grow up?" I said.
"Me! I'm going to be a beautiful butterfly!" she said, a grin lighting up her face.
So...anybody know of any universities that offer a program for medicine/mythical magical gift-giving/flying insect transformation? Because right now, that's what Lucy's got in mind.
Lucy: she's a dreamer
The next day, she informed me with an extremely serious face (no one in the world can have such enormous, serious eyes as Lucy can) that she was going to be a doctor when she grew up. "And I will fix people when they have broken legs," she said. "Or broken arms, or broken noses, or broken heads."
"That's a wonderful idea, sweetie," I told her. And later on I told other people, too. "Lucy says she's going to be a doctor when she grows up," I said, proud already of my juvenile overachiever.
A few days ago she came up to me and whispered in my ear.
"Mom...guess what I'm going to be when I grow up?" she said.
"What?" I said, whispering back.
"I'm going to be...." she paused for dramatic effect. "Santa!"
And then she giggled and skipped away.
Santa? Not a doctor?
And then today, as we were discussing party plans for her fourth birthday (it's not for four months, but it's never too early to start party planning, right?) she told me that she wanted a butterfly party.
"Just like I'm going to be when I grow up!" she said.
"What? What about when you grow up?" I said.
"Me! I'm going to be a beautiful butterfly!" she said, a grin lighting up her face.
So...anybody know of any universities that offer a program for medicine/mythical magical gift-giving/flying insect transformation? Because right now, that's what Lucy's got in mind.
4 comments:
Mine all want to be quad racers. I tell them that is fine but then I ask what are you going to do when you turn 25 then?? They haven't figured that part out yet.
If I come across anywhere that offers any programs like that I will let you know.
That sounds about right for her, she'd be a great Santa! Minus the beard and belly. I'll never forget when Ethan ( he was 4) told me he wanted to be a pastor when he grew up. He has changed that profession several times since but I'm always going to hold out that maybe he will be!
Hmmm...my then 3-year-old wanted to be a fish when she grew up. For the longest time, she talked about what it would be like, and how mommy and daddy and sissy would all have to be fishes too. But then, her goals became more normal: she wanted to be a 'good dinner eater' when she grows up. I'm still hoping she follows through on that one.
I just found you on Love Well - love your blog title! Great post...my little brother once told our pastor that he wanted to be a grape sucker when he grew up. If it's any consolation to you, he's now a successful businessman. :)
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