Heather and I work outside the home for a lot of reasons. For one, we both find technology law interesting; it tends to move pretty fast. For another, we both like being able to pay our mortgages.
This morning I was reminded very powerfully of another reason why I am glad to work. I was talking with my daughter about what she wants for her upcoming birthday, and a bit surprised to hear there is only one item on her wish list: a desk for her bedroom. Specifically, a little white one.
When I asked her why she wanted a desk she told me, “Because I need a place to practice writing books, Mommy. When I’m grown up I am going to write books all the time and lots and lots of people will read them. So I need a white desk like your white desk where you do your work.”
I asked, “So that’s going to be your job? You want to be an author?”
And she said, “Yep. Or maybe a ballet dancer, or maybe a movie commercial maker like Hannah’s mom. I didn’t decide yet.”
My girl dreams big.
I like to think a tiny part of that is because she watches me chase down my professional dreams. And I want her dreams to be bigger than mine, scarier than mine, more ambitious than mine. I want it all for her.
And in case you were wondering, yes, she’s getting the desk.