Week forty four

As parents we often cannot help but wonder what our children will "be" when they grow up. Funny when really I still wonder that about myself... minus the growing up bit. In an age where our careers or professions change often I realise this could be many things and not just one set career. Do I wish I had known when I was younger that I would like to do when I left school? Sure. Then I could have focused and not be sitting here at 34 wondering if I will ever have the time or energy to go to University. But then I wouldn't have met the people I have met and had the experiences I have had. And maybe I only now know sort of what I would like to do because of the journey I have taken. If I had worked in the community sector earlier would I have spent so many years in Vinnies doing volunteer work, something that I have cherised over the years and feel has moulded me into the person I am? Or is it only because I worked in the private sector that I felt the need to work with kids in a volunteer capacity for as long as I did? 

I guess the point is that some people need to try different things first to figure out what they want to do. And may know what they want to do but then want to do something different later. Clark has all of this ahead of him and I cannot help but wonder what path he will take, both socially as well as his career or profession. We jokingly banned the word horse from our house early in case Clark found a love for them, a love we would not be able to afford! However this backfired and Clark fell head over heels for horses early. It was taken over by dinosaurs (funnily enough less expensive to keep than a horse) and recently Clark found a love for puppies, but one ride on Jeffery the Pony the other day at a fete and Clark is hooked again. 

He also has a bit of an obsession with fires (thankfully pretends to be putting fires out, not lighting them) and has always said that he wants to be a Doctor. Clark also has always been interested in how things work. And likes to sit and pretend to fix things. So maybe a surgeon? Or an engineer, or a mechanic. The options are endless at this stage and in a time when we our job market is as unsteady as it is I am glad that he has many years before he has to worry about any of this at any real level. For now he can pretend to fix his bike with his croquet mallet and 'fix Mama's cough' by tying a ribbon around my wrist. Cutest moment of our week really. x