When I’m all grown up.

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What do you want to be when you grow up? I’m not talking about a career choice here, I mean what do you REALLY want to be when you grow up? I am talking about when you are 90 years old and you look in the mirror, what do you want to see looking back at you?

I know what I want to see.

I want to see a glimpse of a kind hearted child, without a care in the world. I want her to be laughing and running wild. I want her to be happy. I want her to be dirty with fun and adventure smeared all over her clothes and face. I want her to not have a question or concern in her eyes anywhere about the future before her.

I want to see a hopeful teenager. With a craving for independence and an excitement in her bones for the unknown world before her. I want to see her and feel the rush of all things new again. I want her to remember how everything was exciting and everything meant something, and everything in life still lies ahead. I want her to feel like there is still so much time to do everything. That there will always be enough time for everything.

I want to see a strong, confident, intelligent woman. I want to look at her and know that even after all the trials of her life, and the hardships…she is still kind. I want her to be comfortable in her skin. I want her to be proud of who she is, and content with what she has become. I want her to be able to say, “I made myself who I am today, and I wouldn’t change that for the world.”

When I am 90 years old and I look into that mirror, I want to see a tired old woman who has lived her life to the absolute fullest. I want to see her life. Good life. Memories, laughter, comfort, and most importantly….love. I want her to smile and remember every single hard, and sad, and happy, and mad memory ever made. I want to see someone who is okay with leaving the world, because she used it to its full potential. She lived LIFE to its full potential. I want to see a woman…..with absolutely no regrets.

So let me ask you one more time. What to you want to be when you grow up?

 

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One thought on “When I’m all grown up.

  1. This is awesome!!! I’m balling! Thinking of my wonderful grandma how she felt just this way when she passed. So pure and all love! Wonderfully said and so true!

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