When I grow up

Sawyer brought home some work from nursery school today.  She has bringing home paintings galore, and lots of papers with sparkles and stickers and other wonderfulness.  But this was her first honest to goodness project, and she was soooooo excited to show us.

It was all about her.  We had to send in a picture of the family and they took an adorable shot of her at school.  There is a section about her- how tall she is, her hair colour, her favorite colour.  She got to cut out pictures of things she likes and wishes for (a cat, bananas and blueberries.  My girl has simple tastes. :) and things she doesn't like- cucumbers and beans. 

But the absolute best part is the one section- what I want to be when I grow up.  It says "I want to be like my mommy."

So, yeah- I cried.

I know it's the work of a 3 year old.  I know she very likely couldn't make up her mind, so the teachers prompted her with options and she picked one.  And when she says it, it's probably because she wants to drive a car, pick the TV shows or stay up late.  It's not my work ethic, my generosity of spirit or my earth-mother nature that she is thinking of. :)  I know this. 

But the fact that as of right now, I am one of her heros?  That I rank up there with Bolt, and Dora and The Christmas Pony???  That's fucking awesome.

I try so hard, and I mess up so much.  I worry that I am making too many mistakes, that I am making wrong choices and that I am scarring my kids for life.  So, to read that, just made my day.

Hell, it made my entire month.  Thanks Sawyer, that was the best gift.  Ever.

Rosie N. Grey
The N stands for "nothing compares to this."