It is every parent's wish that their child will
succeed in life. No matter how successful or
unsuccessful we are, we alwayswant our children to do
better than we did.
Though we will always be proud no matter what our
children do, who among us hasn't stared down at their
newborn babe and thought to themselves "this could be
the next president of the United States"?
A few years ago when my oldest son was five and my
daughter was three, I thrilled the kids by buying them a
playhouse. It was a plastic monstrosity that took much
time and physical effort to assemble. Though I knew my
of frustration and aching muscles would be worth the
My children loved it. They spent the entire morning
investigating their new child sized home.
My son spent much time checking every nook and cranny.
Looking for any avenue for mischief. He climbed through
the plastic shuttered windows. Swung on the plastic
door. He even attempted to climb the chimney. Luckily it
was too high for him to reach. Once he realized there
was no opportunity for any real misconduct, he succumbed
to playing within the house instead.
My daughter spent much of the morning filling the house
with her treasures. She carried in armloads of baby
dolls. Next she brought in play furniture and dishes.
As I sat watching my children go about their home making
skills in their pint sized home I was hit by a fit of
day dreaming. I saw past my children's young ages, deep
into the future.
As I watched my daughter feed her babies with tiny
plastic bottles, I wondered what kind of mother she
would be. I watched my son scoot along in his play car
and envisioned him in a fancy SUV riding off to work.
I began to dream big. I could easily picture them as
wealthy adults with successful careers and fine
families. They could be lawyers, or doctors. Perhaps
even run for congress.
I could see myself years from now with gray in my hair,
applauding at their college graduations. I would have
tears of joy in my eyes and would reminisce back to the
time they were just kids playing in their tiny, plastic
home. I would look back at it as the moment their future
In the next moment my big fantasy bubble burst.
As my son scooted around the corner of the playhouse my
daughter flung open the window shutters and proudly
proclaimed, "Welcome to McDonald's. Can I take your
Jennifer is a proud Army wife and a mother of three
children. She takes on all her parenting adventures with
a grain of salt and a lot of humor. She may reached at