Miss Sunshine just approached me with an excited grin on her face. "Mom!" she said, effervescent bubbles in her cherubic voice. "Mom! Mom! I know what I want to be when I grow up. A mom!" She looked pleased as punch at this idea.
I smiled. "Me, too." I said.
Then suddenly her fizzy bubbles all popped. She slumped and looked confused, forlorn, eyebrows pinched together. "But [insert sigh]--here's the frustrating part, Mom. I just don't know--I don't KNOW--who the boy is going to be [shaking her head] . . .who am I going to marry, Mom? There has to be a dad, right?"
I stifled a laugh. Oh the woes of the pre-schooler! Then my brain fast forwarded to who that guy could possibly be. Who will he be!? Will he take good care of her and love her to pieces like her mom and dad do? I imagined myself being at her wedding (crossing my fingers that I adored her chosen man & assumed it would of course be in the temple!) and told her this: "Well Sunshine, he is going to be good. A good man, that is what you look for. You just be good and stay on the path and then you'll find him on the same path and you'll know he's the right one for you."
This seemed to cheer her up, reassure her for a moment.
But just for a moment as the next thing she said was, "I changed my mind. I'm going to be a ballerina."
3 comments:
love it! love her! can't wait to see you guys next month.
Glad to see she is planning for her future, whatever she finally decides to do.
come to my place pumpkin we can start practicing making a baby, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm damn you would be sooooooooooo tight
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