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“When I grow up, I want to be like mum,” I said as I pressed my foot into the snow. I was smiling at first, and then I frowned.
Mum’s footprint was so much larger than mine.
“It’s not fair,” I pouted.
Mum laughed at me, “It’s alright honey, you still have another thirty years to go.”
I wondered what I would be like then; would I be as tall as my mum? Would my smile be as warm?
Maybe I’ll be an interior designer like her, or perhaps I won’t take after her, and I’ll be something completely different.
The thought scared me. I wanted to be like my mum.
Mum smiled at me, unaware of my dilemmas. “Come on; I’m cooking your favourite tonight.”
I hesitated at first, and I took a step forward, and another. I made sure each step fell on hers and it became easier after that.
I chased after my mum, and my future became clearer as my steps grew into hers.
Before I knew it, I was taller than her, and I had a family of my own.
I was an artist and my feet were larger than my mums.
“When I grow up, will I be like you?” My daughter asked.
I held her tight and kissed her cheeks.
“You’ll be just like me and so much more.”
We all grow up sometimes, and we don’t always end where we thought we’d be. I always wanted to be a writer, but I didn’t expect the journey to be so arduous.
Do you remember as a child, what you thought you wanted to, and where you thought you would be?
Please feel free to share your story.