Lydia

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"

The question is asked of us

Year after year. 

As we grow older, 

It comes with greater frequency:

Month after month,

Week after week, 

Day after day,

Until finally

Our parents beg of us,

"Just choose

SOMETHING!"

 

For my entire life,

I have always answered this question with

"Teacher."

And then 

I took a literature class.

Confusion ensued--what if

Teaching is 

Too easy?

Too boring?

Not intellectually stimulating enough?

What if 

Teaching isn't

My dream job?

I began to consider 

Editing,

And I loved the idea of it:

Countless hours with books,

Loving them,

Critiquing them.

But as the time for a decision drew nigh,

I realized

As much as I love to read...

I love kids even more.

I love

Watching them grow,

Seeing their faces light up

When they finally "get it."

I could never do without that.

And so,

My "maybe education" major

Is now a certainty--

At least for me.