Do you remember the first time an adult asked you that question? I did not even know what it meant to “grow up” really. I then wondered what they were talking about – I am already ME so why would I change? I’m having to ask my 15 year old similar questions as she prepares to choose classes for her 10th grade year in high school. She has no clue what she wants to do either.
How in the world are we supposed to know what we want to do with the rest of our lives when we are 15? She barely knows what to do the next day! However silly it may seem, I find myself having to make her think about it anyway. Any direction is better than no direction I reckon.
She is so talented that she has many more choices than I did. I was the first to go to college on both sides of my family so no one really prepared me for what was ahead. My daughter has two parents with college degrees so she is more aware of the difference between jobs and careers. She feels a little overwhelmed with all the information, I am sure.
I assured her that if she picks a path in high school and finds it is not well suited for her, then she can completely change course when she attends college. I wish I had that opportunity. Even if she gets a degree in college and decides she does not want to follow that career it is okay. I remind her I am no longer a teacher. Her father, on the other hand, has been programming his entire career and still loves it.
My daughter is artistic and science oriented so I have been pushing her to look at art in the medical field. SOMEONE has to create all those images for books and software – why not her? She also loves being on a FIRST Robotics team – she seems to lean toward the mechanical engineering part of it. Her magnet high school has an engineering program so she could easily fit in there.
The one thing she is not good at is making a choice. It is excruciating for her to make a decision. She worries it will be the wrong one, she worries she will not succeed, she worries, worries, worries. Oh, my poor darling girl. I used to worry like that so I feel extremely guilty she got that from me. I wish she was more like her father who lets so much roll off his back like a duck.
I can not make her life decisions for her, but I have been helping her research and letting her know the realities of bill paying and the unfortunate importance of money. I also remind her that she should at least not hate her job/career as it would be miserable to go to work everyday if you did not at least enjoy your occupation.
So what will she be when she grows up? Happy, I hope.