Last night as I was putting my son to bed, he expressed his concern that he didn’t know what he was going to be when he grew up. So far he’s torn between becoming a doctor, a construction worker, and a babysitter. I tried to tell him that he had lots of time before he has to make a decision – he is only 5 right now. But he’s concerned that he doesn’t know everything about how to do those jobs.
He also asked if he could live with me forever, even when he’s a grown up. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that at some point, I’ll definitely kick him out of the nest. He doesn’t need to worry about that yet.