When I Grow Up


When I was a child I wanted to grow up to be a teacher

and a scientist

and a mom

and a writer

and a gymnast

and a pastor’s wife

and a recording artist

and a movie star

and a shoe salesman

I have the degree to be a teacher

and the kids to be a mom

even if they don’t look much like me

but the others

well, I haven’t achieved them, yet

And I’m not sure I want to

Several of them are better left undone

I’m not sure this body could manage a back flip

At least not on purpose

And unless Mark becomes a pastor

That one ain’t happenin’ either!

Madame Curie has nothing to worry about

I’ll never play opposite George Clooney

And I’d rather Buy shoes than sell them

More than anything

When I grow up

I want to be like my Father

I want to look like Him

I want to talk like Him

I want to love like Him

And when people look at me

I want them to be able to say

She acts just like her Father!

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4 thoughts on “When I Grow Up

  1. How true, Marijo. It isn’t bad that you didn’t do all the things you planned. You have chosen what I would call the “better things.”

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