Deep Thoughts from the Halloween Costume Aisle
|October 27, 2013||Posted by Mommyhooddom under Mommyhooddom|
As I was standing in the Halloween costume aisle at Target today staring blankly at the options for toddlers, I began to wonder what Baby B might be when he grows up.
I suppose all parents think about what their children will become. It’s fun to consider the possibilities.
Some of us will raise U.S. presidents and members of Congress. Most of us will not. Some of us will give rise to good law-abiding citizens. Sadly, many of us will not (see above). Just kidding… he, he.
As I glanced around the aisle peppered with plastic cow outfits, glittery princess dresses, and furry monkey suits that could potentially pass for Curious George, I pondered one of the timeless mysteries of the parenting universe: Which one won’t he rip off in 2 seconds?
Then I started thinking about some of the cool jobs Baby B could have when he grows up.
He could be a fireman. How would I feel about that? Well, they do get to wear these snazzy ensembles and superhero-esque helmets. They drive shiny red trucks that go WOO-WOO-WOO.
It’s a noble profession. Course they have to climb tall ladders and run into burning buildings carrying sharp axes. As his mother, I think maybe Baby B should keep looking, just to see what else is out there.
Cowboy. That’s a neat job title. Does anybody ever really put that on a resume? Do cowboys even have resumes? Now, I’m sure they do. I haven’t Googled any cowboy resumes but I would imagine some of them get to work outside… on farms… with animals. Oh, and they ride horses and smoke cigarettes. Well, they used to smoke cigarettes, but they quit.
Yeah, he could be a cowboy! But what if he didn’t want to work the land? He might not like to get dirty or wear pointy boots. Ok, so he might not be the rugged, fresh air-lovin’, dirt-tastin’ type. That’s cool.
Hmm, let’s see. He could be a doctor. That’s so cliché. I can honestly say I wouldn’t be absolutely thrilled if he chose to be a doctor. They have a lot of stress and God knows – responsibility. It’s not that I don’t want Baby B to have responsibility. He’s only two and already has daily chores. Well, not really. But he does LOVE it when I let him put the clothes in the dryer. It only takes him 45 MINUTES to transfer a load, but I stand there and wait, praising him the entire time because I want him to LOVE getting to do the laundry –and learn about responsibility and hard work, bla, bla, bla.
Maybe he’ll own a laundry service. That would be awesome! I wonder if he’d comp his poor old mom’s worn-out rags. Surely he would. I would guilt him into it.
Ladybug. That’s cute. What if he grows up and wants to be a LADY bug? Hmm, well I’m ok with that. As long as he’s happy, right?
I didn’t see any computer programmer or landscape architect costumes. They never have those. It’s a shame, because there are a lot of great professions entirely under-represented in the costume world.
“Trick or treat! I’m a dental hygienist!” (Would that get you more or less candy, I wonder.)
Now I know it’s not for me to decide what Baby B does when he grows up or who he becomes. If he’s like me, poor kid, he’ll try on two dozen things before he figures out what he really wants to be. I guess that’s just part of the process of “finding yourself.”
I’m sure my mother never would have said, “Jennifer, I think you should be a mommy blogger when you grow up.” (Can you imagine THAT costume? A real diamond tiara, last week’s yoga pants, and a bottle of Jack.)
It’s not that she wouldn’t have wanted me to be a mommy blogger. They just didn’t have mommy bloggers back in the 1900s when I was born.
I wonder what cool new profession, that doesn’t even exist yet, Baby B will choose. So cool to think about the possibilities …
What are your hopes and dreams for your children?