Tuesday, October 27, 2009

To be, or what to be, that is the question

I’m going to be everything, Mama! she says to me often. I’m going to be a teacher and a firefighter and a police officer and a bus driver and a construction worker and a librarian and a ballet dancer and a princess and the President and a mommy. I’m going to be everything!

And, of course, we don’t tell her she can’t. “Go be everything you want to be, love.” Pursue. Chase. Climb. Risk. Plan. Dream. Try.

Of course, she can’t be everything. I tell her to “go, be!” But carefully I never tell her “you can be anything you want to be.” I hated to be patted verbally on the head with that empty promise because there was an age long before the adults stopped saying it when I already knew it wasn’t true.

When I was in 4th grade our class had a special morning planned. The principal was going to wheel a television set into our classroom and several other classes were going to join us and we were going to watch the space shuttle lift off into the sky. A teacher pulled me away from my spot on the floor where we were all sitting, waiting, excited. She asked me to go talk to my friend, Mira, who had just returned to school from an appointment and was upset. She was wearing her glasses for the first time and didn’t like them. Since I wore glasses, could I go comfort her?

I didn’t really know what to say to Mira. I didn’t love my own glasses. We sat quietly in the back of the classroom, on the floor behind most of our friends. A bunch of the other kids were boasting loudly about how they were planning to be astronauts when they grew up. These certainly weren’t words of comfort, but in that moment I felt angry: “Mira. We can’t be astronauts. We don’t have perfect vision.”

You can’t be anything you want when you grow up. Even little girls know that pilots and astronauts need perfect vision.

And then the Space Shuttle Challenger exploded before our eyes. Some dreams crash and burn. Some dreams never lift off.

My brilliant daughter, the ambitious girl before me: how many years before she figures that out? For how many more years can she believe she can be everything? I never say to her: “you can be anything you want to be.” I don’t ever want her to remember in resentment any words I’ve placed, possibly carelessly, before her.

I cannot promise that dreams will come true. But I can promise I’ll always support the challenges she undertakes.

So I dare her. I always say: “Go. Be everything you want to be.”

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Emily said...

My four-year-old currently wants to be a puppy-store owner, a veterinarian, a doctor, a nurse, a writer, a ballerina, and, yes, an astronaut. All I can think is that she's going to be BUSY.

Of course, over time the talents and inclinations and circumstances of our childrens' lives will start to narrow the playing field, but isn't this a fun moment when all those factors are still mysterious and endless possiblities are open before them? It sounds like your daughter is on the right track!

a li'l bit squishy said...

I am so far behind on blog reading, I apologize for lurking a little these past few weeks. This post is just lovely and so true. I always remind my kids that they have natural talents which will shine when they discover the things they want/need to do and I don't encourage them to commit to any one thing, the world has so much to offer. As always I love your perspective.

I am looking forward to your NoBloMoPo Challenge. I am as usual not up to it :P And um, could you help me figure out how to respond to your comments on my blog by email?