Tuesday, May 7, 2013

When I grow up

What do you want to be when you grow up? It didn't take much for me to answer that question when I was little. First of all, I wanted to be a mommy. Next I wanted to be a dancer. A close second was movie star followed by stewardess (that's what they were called back then).

So how close did I come to that target? Well, marriage was expected of young women in the 50's and 60's. Finding a man was important. A career wasn't even something we considered. I needed a husband. Men back then wanted a woman to cook, clean, wash his clothes, bear his children and to be available whenever he wanted a little lovin'. Women knew the job going to the altar. They really didn't think of much more. Of course, the sixties began a new way of thinking. Many women were working in the city. Some were tapping into the new world of computers. Some went off to college and didn't return to their hometowns. However, I was on that edge of what was expected and what was to come. I married and didn't do it well. I had been raised told what I could and couldn't do. I knew there was more. It took a roving husband to give me the boost I needed.

So back to the question. I came fairly close to some of my dreams. Mustering up my courage, I did pick up my love of acting. I found I had a skill at teaching others to act. I found that I had a knack with words and began writing. I wrote and produced plays on social issues for twelve years. And, I was a mommy. Instead of standing back wondering if I could do something, I decided that I'd never know if I didn't try. I needed to change with the times and find new dreams. Life was and is an adventure.

I remember when I took on my first job involving a computer. I was scared to death of the thing. Then I decided not be afraid. I ended up helping other when they had computer problems. I found a new adventure, one of discovery. Just recently I got and iphone. Another new adventure.

I went online to see what jobs children are wanting to pursue in their adulthood. My son pursued his career in theatre and music. My daughter wanted to be a veterinarian tech. Now kids want to be firemen, doctors, lawyers, pilots, actors, athletes, teachers, race car drivers. Hm. My granddaughter Sydney wants to be a teacher or maybe a nurse. Gabby wants to teach gymnastics. I continually try to open doors of new experiences for them. "Find your gifts," I tell them. "Do what you love." My grandbabies are nine months old now. I spend time showing them new things. With the warm summer weather we have been experiencing, I sit in the yard with them and show them flowers and plants. They hold a stick and watch a lady bug. They touch a leaf and learn that it is green. Opening doors. Sometimes I think that is the best job of all.

What do I want to be when I grow up? I'm still growing up, you know. I love new experiences. I love finding old friends on Facebook and learning to be friends all over again. I love that there are parts of my brain that have yet to be opened. For me, getting older means that I am aware of how important it is to make my life as full as possible. I want my children and grandchildren to know that old does not mean empty.

What do you want to be when you grow up? Well, when I am done growing up, I will be in Heaven.


  1. I always wanted to be a writer. Now I am a writer. I'm just a "web journalist," not a poet or novelist, but I am a writer.

  2. I'm not sure we have ever known where we were going, even when we thought we knew "what we wanted to be when we grew up," but hasn't the trip been fun?! I'm so happy to have found your blog (via Grampy's Little Acre). I hope you will take a look at mine http://grampyslittleacre.blogspot.com/2013/03/frank-val-story-straight-from-my-sleep.html

    1. Axiesdad, thanks for writing. I love being at the point in my life to know how precious this trip has been and realize that the each day is one more day to embrace. Bring it on!