The other day, my 5-year-old was playing on the playground. All of a sudden, he came to me and said, “When I grow up, I’m going to be a teacher, just like Daddy.” I asked him what kind of teacher he wanted to be. He said, “A science teacher.” We’ve been joking with him that he’s going to be an electrical engineer because he’s so fascinated with how things work, in particular anything having to do with power or electricity. But this was the first time he actually had an idea himself about his future.
A couple of nights later, he couldn’t sleep and his dad was at a late meeting. So my son and I put on “Dancing with the Stars.” I thought he’d be kind of bored (the idea was to bore him to sleep). But since he himself is a dancer, he was actually interested. I asked if he thought he’d like to do those dances someday. He said, “Yes. When I grow up, I’m going to be an electrical engineer and a science teacher and a dancer.” I’m glad that for him, the sky is still the limit.
