Or at least I’m beginning to think so.
When I was a little girl, I remember the age old familiar question posed to me quite frequently. “What do you want to be when you grow up?” My parents asked me. My grandmother asked me. My kindergarten teacher asked me. My first grade teacher asked me. My second grade teacher asked me. You get the picture.
It’s a big question! A big question with an answer that I know I filled in the blank with a different answer every time. And I remember pondering and then spouting the first thing that came to mind.
In kindergarten, I wanted to be a teacher.
In first grade, I wanted to be a chocolate chip cookie maker.
In second grade, I wanted to be a track star.
In third grade, I wanted to design Trapper Keepers.
And I think that is why we ask relentlessly young kids about their future occupations…because you just never know what will come out of the mouths of little ones.
While my answer seemed to be different every time I was asked, my son’s answer has not changed the past few times I have asked him.
So what does my dear little 8-year-old want to be when he grows up? Check out our actual conversation below:
Curious Me: “So Carter, what do you want to be when you grow up?”
Carter: “I want to be a gamer.”
Confused Me: “A what?”
Carter: “I want to play video games”.
Not-sure-if-I-heard-that-right Me: “Like, play video games for a living? For your job? For the rest of your life?”
Me: “Well, I bet if you really wanted to, you could maybe be a graphic designer. Or learn coding that it takes to create the game. You think?”
Carter: “No, I want to play them.”
Me: “Well, you can play them after you design them. You know, like testing them out before people buy them to play. That would be kind of cool.”
Positive-Because-I’m-hoping-this-is-just-a-phase me: “Okay, buddy. Well you be the best darn video game player ever then!”
Well…what else am I supposed to say?! I’m not supposed to crush my kid’s dreams, right?
My mind is clouded with visions of a fifty year old Carter sitting in his underwear…playing Minecraft edition 545 while snacking on Doritos and counting down the days to the next national video game conference on his MarioKart calendar stuck to my living room basement wall with half-chewed Hubba Bubba.
I’ll let you know what he says when I ask him about his future endeavors when he turns 9. My fingers are crossed that he doesn’t say video game player.