In younger years, I wanted to grow up to be many things. Most of which were influenced by television. For instance, I never wanted to be president or a doctor. I did, though, think it might be neat to be like Pretty Woman. There was also a stretch of thinking it’d be cool to be a female assassin ala Angelina Jolie in Mr. and Mrs. Smith, way before there ever was an Angelina Jolie. Or that time I wanted to be Madonna.
Of course, I also had a few normal aspirations. Most notably, and the one that stuck, was a veterinarian. Now, however, I just hope to be a halfway-decent writer.
Jedi, however, hasn’t shown much interest in a future career. Unless you count zombie slayer, which could come in handy down the line. Aside from that, though, whenever I’ve tried to gauge his interest, I’ve mostly been met with an aloof “I don’t know”.
We were watching the tail end of some PBS morning show program, about to head out to send Jedi to school, when the woman on television posed the question, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”.
This time, Jedi answers immediately, “A teacher”.
“You want to be a teacher?”, I asked him, a bit surprised and heartswelled.
“Yeah, I don’t know. I keep changing my mind”, he replied in normal exasperation.
“So what else do you want to be?”, I wondered.
“A contestant on Wipeout!”