The most fascinating thing about being a mom is watching personalities blossom. When both my babies were born, I fell immediately in love. I wasn’t sure what could top it. How could they possibly get any cuter than in that first 24 hours? What started out with unbelievably cute little everything, quickly turned into a robbery of the heart. First they coo, then they grasp your finger, open their eyes, lift their head up, smile, sit, say ‘Mommy,’ crawl, giggle, walk, talk,start pre-school… with every new change and stunt they learn I revert back to the same question. How could they possibly get any cuter? I knew my kids would change my life forever, but I never fathomed how much better life would be with them in it.
Back to personalities blossoming…
In the speed of light in which they are growing up, I’m often concerned that I’m not going to pick up on what my girls are passionate about in life and encourage them the right way in that direction. The fact that their little personalities are developing so fast freaks me out sometimes. I”m worried about them finding what they love to do in life, and going after it…instead of getting side tracked along the way (Jimmy Buffett was wrong…It’s always a boys fault.), or giving up before their dreams come to fruition. Seeing as they are three and one, I realize my anxiety might be a little premature. But (enter cliché…) they are growing up so fast! All of the sudden, these little peeps that were in my belly giving my ribs a workout from the inside, are sounding out words and singing the ABC song. I say it all the time. They change like I wish I could run…fast.
As a result of all of this ‘pondering what my kids future will be’ nonsense, I berate Brianne with questions all of the time. “What do you want to be when you grow up?” A puzzled three-year old looks at me like I’m crazy and says things like, ‘Brianne, Mom…I’m going to be Brianne.”
“What’s Mommy’s number one rule?” Another eye-roll…”no kissing boys.” Important rule. (Yes, I’m worried about her being distracted. And not just because I’m afraid she’ll take after me and kiss a boy with chicken pox on the bus coming home from Kindergarten like I did. No, that’s a rule because at two, she got into her own lot of trouble at pre-school for kissing a boy.)
Then one morning, during the daily interrogation, she answered…”I want to be an animal doctor, Mommy.” Makes sense. The girl’s been overly intrigued by animals instead of dolls from very early on…and we have a whole laundry basket full of her collectible animal figurines that each have their own names and personalities to show for it. So, that answer actually makes sense.
Could it be, that she already really knows what she wants to do? Maybe. But the bigger victory is that she’s learned how to reach for something. Imagine what she’ll become. Realize that she can actually grow up to be the things she pretends to be when she’s playing. To have faith that dreams (to loosely quote Princess and the Frog…maturing, aren’t I?) do, in fact, come true with lofty goals and lots of hard work.
Mission accomplished. Two, actually. If I can keep her focused on what it takes to become an Animal Doctor at the Zoo…she’ll never have time for boys. (Yes, my fingers are crossed behind me back….and yes, I did already tell her she can’t have a boyfriend until she’s in high school….and what’s with this talk of getting married in pre-school? They’ve picked out their husbands? Are you kidding me? She’s not allowed to do that until after she becomes an Animal Doctor at the Zoo…..yep, I told her that.)
I can tell it’s going to be hard for me to let go one day. Thankfully, and God willing, I won’t have to for a long time yet. Or, maybe…I’ll be one of the truly blessed Mom’s in life, and my daughter will want to be my BFF for the long haul. Is it selfish to pray for that a lot? I hope not. Because, I do.