To paraphrase Theo LeSieg (aka Dr. Seuss):
Maybe you should fly a jet?
Maybe you could be a vet?
Lobsterman, Jockey, TV Fixer,
Ballerina, Soda Mixer . . .
Ballerina. Anna’s first answer. From about the time she turned four, Anna wanted to be a ballerina. We enrolled her in classes through the city, which she enjoyed, but after about a year she’d taken all the classes available, so we signed her up with a private ballet studio. That’s when we discovered Anna’s true love: dancing in front of a mirror in a pink tutu. Granted, this love is similar to ballet, but not quite the same. When it came to the discipline necessary to learn actual ballet, Anna wasn’t interested.
You could be a turkey farmer.
You could be a preacher.
You could a lot of things.
How about a teacher?
Teacher. Her desire to be a teacher began the first week of Kindergarten. I think this is more a reflection of how much she loves her teacher, but something might come of this. Though she doesn’t talk about it as much as she did in the Fall, she still holds “Bear School” with her stuffed animals most afternoons. Watching her play, I get a great sense of how her school day is organized.
How about a deep sea diver?
How about a beehive hiver?
Would you like to be a seamstress?
Would you like to be an actress?
Actress. We’re the ones who planted this idea in her head with stray comments here and there on how much she loves performing in front of a mirror. I can see this one coming back down the line—once she has a chance to be in a school play—but in the meantime she’s changed her mind.
You’ve got to be something
Like the keeper of a zoo?
Do you want to be an astronaut?
What do you want to do?
Astronaut. I’m not sure where this one came from. Perhaps Curious George or Sid the Science Kid? All I know is that about two months ago she started talking about being an astronaut, and that—in her mind at least—being an astronaut means learning to stand on her head. Well, “Astronaut Anna” had a great time at OMSI last month, successfully landing a space shuttle three times and climbing into a Gemini capsule, but by the time we left she’d changed her mind again. Now she wanted to be a . . .
Meteorologist. One of her favorite parts of OMSI was getting to report the weather on TV. It’s science, which she’s enjoying more and more, and it’s seeing herself on television: always a plus in her mind. To her, though, “meteorologist” definitely means “weather reporter” as opposed to someone planted in front of a computer at NOAA. She loves her computer, but she loves being the center of attention more.
But in the last couple of weeks, she’s changed her mind once more. Now she wants to be a . . .
No, she wants to be a . . .
Not surprising. Julia is a very talented amateur photographer and Anna sees her taking photos all the time. We had bought Anna an inexpensive digital camera a while back. At the time, she showed little interest, but now that she want to be a photographer we got it out for her. She took a few photos around the house, and then brought the camera along on out trip to the Woodburn Tulip Festival last Saturday.
She took a couple of hundred pictures (like mother, like daughter.) Most of them didn’t come out, but the few that did were quite nice. She’s got potential: with practice she could get very good.
And though she’ll certainly change her mind many times, there’s one big difference between her current chosen career path and her previous ones. She can pretend to be a teacher, or an astronaut, or a meteorologist, and have a lot of fun. She can take photos now. It’s hands-on, and I think this will make a big difference.
I may be wrong, but I have a hunch she’ll stick with this one.