When I was a kid my mom was every girly-girl's dream! We did cartwheels in the living room, we learned cheers (C'mon, you remember Who stole the Cookie from the Cookie Jar?), I can even remember doing cheers for the check out lady at Wal-Mart. *We must've been adorable for my mom to publicly humiliate us at Wal-Mart to do cheers! I loved being a cheerleader. I'm sure my mom dreamed about our lives and just knew her daughters were destined to shake it in a short skirt in front of dozens of cold football fans.
This brought me to realize, I wonder what Reese will do when she grows up. I am so excited about each teeny-tiny thing she does now that I never stop to think about the girl she will grow up to be. I think that's one of the fun parts of being a parent. Now, don't get me wrong, I would rather enjoy every minute of her life now than to spend my time dreaming of the girl she is to become, but still, I wonder...
Will she become the girly-girl cheerleader like me? Will she play basketball and (gasp) hate pink like the Neal's? What will she be when she grows up? What I have decided is that I have no expectations of a role I think she should fit into. I hope she has empathy, I hope she gives love, and I hope she will grow to be my best friend. Small expectations, right?
In the meantime, I will keep on enjoying this little creature in the here and now. Because life is a journey, and right now we're taking the scenic route.