Parents have all sorts of aspirations for their kids. As far as Leah and I are concerned, our daughter is a genius. Ava’s aunt and grandparents concur.
But it’s too early to even guess as to what kinds of aptitudes our little girl might have. I hope she’s good at everything I’m terrible at. Math. Science. History.
And I also hope she’s good at being who she is. Or at least of finding out who she is. I was thinking it would be cool if she became a drummer in a rock band. Maybe not the most famous band in the world, but a band that gets a lot of respect for its artistry and musicianship. She wouldn’t be fabulously wealthy, but she’d be comfortable and happy.
I dunno. It’s an ongoing mental exercise. I only hope I manage to keep from screwing her up too badly before she finds her way.