What are you going to be?

Tiller and I were sitting on the love toilets this afternoon. (That’s what we call our Jack and Jill toilets, right by each other, but separated by a door. You can hold hands while taking a poo. Love toilets.)

Me: “What ya been doing?”
T: “I’m playing doctor with Snoopy.”
Me: “Are you going to be a Doctor when you grow up?”
T: “Maybe.”
Me: “You will have to study hard.”
T: “I will have to go to college.”
Me: “Yes, you will have to go to college and then medical college, too.”
T: “I can be anything I want to be.”
I nod my head, smiling.
Me: “Yes, you can.”

[Tiller sits there thinking, hand on fist, elbow on her knee.]

T: “Mama?”
Me: [wishing I could just read my magazine in peace.] “Yes?”
T: “What are you going to be when you grow up?”
Me: “Gosh, I don’t know. For right now, I am your Mama.”
T: “You can be anything you want to be.”
Me: “Thanks, baby.”

I think I mostly am what I want to be, but it’s nice to have her support. And it is nice that we are doing something right. She has gotten the message: She can be anything she wants to be.

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5 Responses to “What are you going to be?”

  1. This is adorable! It just so happens that I am in the middle of a blog on the exact same subject. (Love toilets…kidding.)

  2. Dogwood Girl says:

    My eyes! Thoughts of you and Reid on Love toilets! Argh!

    JK. Will check out your post.

  3. Shannon says:

    I love your posts about your conversations with you sweet kids! I tend to tear up at times:) As always thanks for sharing your life with us.

  4. Shannon says:

    I know I know- I need to toughen up a bit, build an outer shell-latley every little thing has made me tear up, a damn commercial got me the other day- ugh.

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