It's a blue sky, cloudless beautiful springtime Friday and I find myself daydreaming just a little bit this morning.
And I wanted to let you know that I still think about what I want to be when I grow up, even as you look at me and think I am completely grown up.
I think that maybe I would still like to try to be a doctor or a physician assistant or a nurse practitioner and that today I actually looked up a five year program and wondered about its feasibility.
It's really hard to rock the boat, particularly when your life seems idyllic for the most part. So I wonder if any of this daydreaming will ever become a reality?
And if somehow it did, would I just begin to daydream about other things? Like being a writer? Or owning a small knitting store? Or starting a better school lunch program?
The one job that I never dream about changing is being your mom. Even when you are making me angry or sad or just plain crazy, I love the two of you fiercely.
See you in about an hour so that we can have our Friday lunch together. I treasure these times with you and am grateful for the career that allows for Fridays with my kids.