You cannot become anything you want to be.
There, I said it. Somewhere, a fairy died or a wishing well dried up or a shooting star quit it's job in disgust but I'll say it again- You cannot be anything you want to be.
I know this because I have wanted to be so many things. Audrey Hepburn. A great soccer coach. Alive in the 40's. Nina Simone. Smarter. Prettier. Tidier. Quieter. Less likely to commit assualt and battery. Good with animals and small children. Tender hearted. Spiritual. Calm. Brave. A neurologist. A Rockerfeller.
But I am not.
Nor could I have ever been the Pope (I am not Catholic and I look awful in pointy hats), a star in the NBA, Angelina Jolie, a dictator (all the good countries are taken), an astronaut, a super model, or that Beautiful Mind guy that got see cool things that weren't real and win the Nobel prize.
Wishing on stars and dreaming impossible dreams work out great if you are drawn with a crayon and your fairy Godmother is coming in the next frame. But if you are made out of flesh and blood and cursed with genetic practical jokes like my nose or backside and you do not a string of ancestral estates- dreaming of magic wands and wishes are a symptom of a disorder rather than the tale of a plucky young girl who had faith in her dream.
So what is there left to be? Yourself. We get so busy telling kids all the things they can be that we forget to tell them about the one thing they must be- themselves. That is what we are doing here- learning to be ourselves and learning to do it well.
I hope I can remember to teach my kids that. I hope they will learn to take their strengths and weaknesses and make a life they are proud of. Maybe I will too.
2 comments:
Well said my dear. Well said!
This is why I love you. You are such a mystery--you want to be spiritual, compassionate, tender-hearted and a dictator.
I, for one, am glad you are who you are. I appreciate your quirky sense of humor and unconventional wisdom. And I want you on my side in any fight (philosophical or physical).
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