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When I Grow Up, I Want To Be Just Like My Daughter

Sometimes the people who motivate me are at a great distance. They are on television or in history books, and I will never meet them.

But other people who motivate me are right under my nose. In fact, today’s case only comes up to my armpit, and I feed her and take care of her everyday. She’s nine. She’s my daughter.

She has a tendency to throw herself into everything she does with gusto, full throttle and heart first.

This daughter of mine has a tenacious grip on what she plans to be when she grows up. Since she was a wee thing, she has wanted to be a writer. And to this end she writes volumes of articles, stories and blogs. Her imaginary play revolves around her role as a reporter, and she walks around the house with a notepad and pen tucked into her shirt. When I clean up, I come across scraps of paper she has written on, and other evidences of her pretend articles.

How can I be a better writer, she would ask me, and I would reply, keep writing. And so she does. Day after day.

I was not as single minded as a child, wanting to be a veterinarian, a teacher, a doctor, a magician, depending on which way the wind blew. I keep expecting her whim to change, but she remains fixated on her goal.

Inevitably, the day came when she asked me, Mommy, weren’t you a writer? And I so eloquently stammered, ah, well, sort of but not really, um, a long time ago. She wouldn’t let me off the hook. Well, why don’t you write?

Why indeed.

I had always thought it would be my job as a parent to cheer my children on in whatever they pursued. It would be my job to instill in them a desire to persevere and work hard to achieve their goals. But quite the opposite has transpired. It is my child who motivates and teaches me.

Watching her diligently go about her work and play, I realized I needed to step it up. I needed to at least try to write. As Lyle Lovett once asked us, “What would you be if you didn’t even try? You have to try.” Taking a good hard look at myself as a role model, there wasn’t much to go on. I didn’t see in myself anything that could inspire her.

So now, everyday, I try hard to be like my daughter. In manageable chunks, I try to emulate her enthusiasm and dedication for writing. Her unfailing cheerfulness, generosity and kindness are other things to strive for, but I will attempt these another day. First things first.

When I grow up, I want to be just like my daughter.

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  1. Laurie
    May 2, 2011 at 5:28 pm

    Love this post. And love this daughter. Tell her (for me) that she’s an inspiration for both of us.

    • May 3, 2011 at 12:28 am

      It is entirely possible that an amazing kindergarten teacher had a hand in igniting this passion for play in her formative years…I will certainly pass it on. Speaking of inspiring, you are another great subject.

  2. May 2, 2011 at 8:07 pm

    Sweetness. We’re all better when we live with a child’s heart. I’m with Laurie. She’s inspiring me, too 🙂

    • May 3, 2011 at 12:30 am

      Yes, but I will draw the line at living with her ideal menu of chicken fingers. Her palate is not so developed…
      Thanks!

  3. May 2, 2011 at 10:31 pm

    Brilliant post, Deanna–from the mouths of babes! Wow–
    Kathy

  4. lucieloves
    May 3, 2011 at 5:38 am

    Brilliant! Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree…

  5. May 3, 2011 at 1:15 pm

    I love this, Deanna! I knew I wanted to be a writer from the time I was 8…it’s fun now to see some of the stuff I wrote then…

    Wendy

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