Last summer, a magician performed one evening at the library. I picked ML up from camp then hurried back to the library. As the magician introduced himself, he asked the children what they wanted to be when they grew up. I heard a little voice say, “A Paleontologist.” I recognized the voice. It was my little ML. I was confused. Three days before she told me she wanted to be a professional ballerina.
It reminded me of a lovely book. Brontorina by James Howe and illustrated by Randy Cecil. Brontorina is a dinosaur, but in her heart she is a ballerina. Madame Lucille gives her a chance to dance. Brontorina is graceful, but she is too big. She runs into everyone and everything, including the piano. Eventually Madame Lucille solves the problem. Brontorina isn’t too big. Madame Lucille’s studio is too small.
Mary Louise and I check out Brontorina every few months. I love how it looks at a problem in a different way. . . encourages one to follow their dreams. Who says a ballerina can’t also be a paleontologist? Or a paleontologist can’t be a ballerina?
What do your children want to be when they grow up?