I always wonder what he’s going to be when he grows up. An engineer? Before he could crawl he would study things before playing with them. Understanding their function and order before realizing it was for fun.
He’s kind of fun. I was just talking to a friend about how our dad’s have this passion for aviation and how they had that passion when they were our age now.
As a mom we’re often told that our passion must be our children. Who’s telling us we can still be anything we want to be when we grow up? And should we be telling the same tale to them?