Oma (commenting on Halloween costume number three for the Peanut): “I love your wings. Can I wear them?”
Peanut: “No. You’re too big. Maybe when you grow up little you can wear wings and trick or treat and get candy!”
Peanut: “When Nana grows up, she’s going to be a teacher and that makes her a Princess!”
Peanut: “When I grow up I’m going to be a mommy, and that mean’s I get Mommy’s Nook and I get to sleep in Mommy’s bed with Daddy.”
D: “Well, that’s kind of…. weird.”
Me: “I feel vaguely threatened….”
Peanut: “When I grow up I’m going to be a cheerleader, and I’ll get thrown in the air and have a great big belly button!” (Not sure where this giant belly button thing comes from. Maybe because the cheerleaders she’s seen, at the KU football game, had bared midriffs?)
These are all just in the last 24 hours. Growing up and the future has been a hot topic of conversation with the Peanut. And what I love about all of these conversations is that the idea of what the future can hold is so malleable and vast for the Peanut. She might grow up to be a Mommy, but sometimes she says she’s going to grow up to be a Daddy. She’s a cheerleader, a teacher, a fairy. You might grow up big, but you can ‘grow up little,’ too. These visions of her future might be possible, or they might be a complete fantasy. But right now the Peanut doesn’t know that. In her mind, there is no difference. We’re all still growing up, even Oma. It’s a beautiful, hope-filled way to look at the world, and one I hope she can hold on to for as long as possible.