Aspirations

On the drive home from preschool today the Girl was telling me all about the police officer that came to visit her class and his motorcycle that all the kids trekked out to the parking lot to see. When I asked if she got to sit on it she informed me that she stood in the "no" line, meaning that she did not want a chance to climb onto the seat. Afterwards her teachers asked each child what they wanted to be when they grew up. The Girl told them that she wanted to be "part of the Nutcracker." In other words, a ballerina (of course this is in addition to being a Mom that will let her kids eat dessert for dinner, waste band-aids, draw on the walls, etc.). I love that she is already thinking about all the possibilities that her future holds and that she believes she can do/be anything. I hope that she never loses that childlike perspective, the one in which she dreams big and is not jaded by nay-sayers. I for one, will never tell her that she can't do something (unless of course that something is eating dessert for dinner). Anything is possible, if only she believes in herself and knows that we believe in her too.