Miguel and I are in the car, driving home from school. He is pondering the future and his possible careers.
Miguel: I want to be an astronaut when I grow up.
Me: That's great!
Miguel: What would I have to do to become an astronaut?
Me: Well, you would have to go to school for many years and study lots of science.
Miguel: O.k. I can do that.
There is some quiet humming from the back seat and then silence.
Miguel: Mom, why didn't you want to be anything when you grew up?
Me (to self): Oh honey, I did. I wanted to be humbled daily so I became a mother.
6 comments:
oh, miguel, i cannot wait until you read this 20 years from now.
Yeah that one's gonna haunt him, surely.. ;) Though not as bad as the kid I saw at the local shopping centre the other day who, when confronted with Santa and his lap, cried hysterically for the next 20 minutes, even when the Mom took him away from Santa.
I'm trying to visit as many of the NaBloPoMo blogs as I can and I thought I'd say hi, I liked your blog.. :)
Oh, that's gotta hurt.
That one stings a bit, in a jolly, giving thanks for our little blessings kind of way!
Reminds me of the time when Augie thought that if all else failed, he would just be a government worker like his mom and dad.
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