Or a policeman.
Or a jet pilot.
Or sometimes a construction worker ( when we drive by a shopping center being built).
He wants to be a doctor so he can take care of people like daddy.
He wants to be a police officer, so he can drive fast and not get a ticket.
He has his reasons for every life ambition.
One time he asked me what I was going to be when I grew up. I told him I"m doing it.
I love to hear what is going on inside his little head. He usually opens up the most in the 5 minutes before bed.
After stories. With the light turned out. He pours his little heart out to me.
That's when I find out about his friends at school. Who's been naughty. Who's been a bully when they play outside.
And last-night, as I listened to him tell me about his role in the Christmas play on Thursday, ( a Shepard), I could NOT help but think of the 20 mother's and fathers from Newtown that were never going to hear those stories again.
It breaks my heart in a million pieces and angers me to no end.
But it DOES help me realize that every bedtime moment is something to savor, not rush, and I will look forward to it every single day. Because I CAN.
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