When I grow up...

Someone posted on Facebook asking what children want to be when they grow up. 

When Angel was little, she wanted to be a mermaid, an artist, and then the president.  Now, she wants to be a fashion designer.  Or maybe a teacher.  But definitely a mother. 

Faith usually answers with somethings about animals or creating something.  Today she said a robot builder.  Last week it was a vet.

Isaac wanted to be a ninja, a chef, a police officer, a super hero, one each day of the week, and take off Fridays for a long weekend.  He still wants to be a police officer.  Who uses ninja skills.

David wants to be a magic man who dances, sings, does magic, and fights fires.  And he wants to drive a red motorcycle.  And sometimes play golf.

Me, when I grow up, I want to be, well, I don't really know. 

I used to know.

On the first day of preschool, and everyday of my childhood, I wanted to be a teacher. 

I also wanted to be in charge.  It did not matter what I was in charge of, just as long as I was the decision maker. 

I want to homeschool, but I also want my own preschool.  I love preschool.  I am going to school for education, homeschooling my children, basically teaching all the time. 

I am not sure I want the responsibility of being in charge.  Of anything.  Sometimes I am not sure who decided I could be a grown up, let alone put me in charge of anything.  But I still like being bossy.  ;)

I also want to be debt free.  Yet my students loans alone mean I will have to wait for that.  Not to mention Andy's, and our house.

I want to be that older woman that younger women look to for advice. I just am not sure I want to earn that wisdom through trials and experience.

I want to be that married couple that has made 50 years and still holds hands. Since we were married young, that could happen. Only 36 years to go...

I want to be peaceful, some one whose life and circumstances reflect the love of God and the peace one can have in knowing Him. 


I suppose I still have a lot of growing up to do...