I feel like we live on a farm. Jackson's favorite pasttime is making animal noises when asked "What does the sheep (insert dog, cow, rooster, lion, bird, horsie, kitty) say?" Of course, he always finds a way to end the game with "truck" and "choo choo" somehow. His knowledge of farm animals is remarkable. I bet his dream job would be a farmer. He could ride a tractor all day and keep tabs on his livestock. Plus, he yearns to be outside. I can't imagine a career that would make him happier.
I, on the otherhand, never had great dreams of a career, even when I was young. I remember thinking that I could be the one to come up with the names of the nailpolishes and lipstick. It always amazed me that Ballerina Slippers and Pale Princess could be two completely different shades of pink. As I turned alittle older, I set my sights on being the writer of greeting cards. I always felt I had much more to say in a heartfelt way, than the typical cards had offered.
Most embarrasingly, I also remembered that I was extremely good at making my bed. So, being blessed with this wonderful skill of creating impeccably perfect hospital corners, I thought that I could be the hired to make those beds *so perfect* in the showrooms of furniture stores. It was something that I could definitely excel at. Again, I had pretty low standards for myself. Bed Maker or Nail Polish Namer? These are not the careers your parents get excited about when you announce your future plans at 5.
I'm eager to hear what Jackson thinks he will do when he grows up. At this rate, the growing up will be here by tomorrow. Here's to him, for finding something that creates happiness each day . . . something that makes him want to get his head off the pillow and skip into work. Here's to fidning joy in the mundane and loving the life you created..
