Thinking about what to do with one’s life is a hard thing. We ask kids all the time “What do you want to be when you grow up?” Some have lofty aspirations like “professional football player” or “pop singer.” Unfortunately, odds are against them even before they get started. Others are a little more down to earth and answer “library teacher.” (I smile…Ahh, Bless your little heart.)
Recently I overheard a very inquisitive, thoughtful first grader telling his friend, “I want to be a train driver who reads a lot. Is that too much to ask?” He paused, “Seriously…is it?”
This particular little boy loves trains, and he loves reading. But what struck me was his sense that he may be asking, wanting, and expecting too much from life. His perception of the way the world works makes him question if it’s reasonable to want the things he loves.
“Is that too much to ask?”
I think because of his natural inquisition, self-discipline, and math talents he may have better odds than those who desire Super Bowl rings or adoring fans. He may get close to his dream. He might not drive a train, but my guess is that he will design and engineer America’s first Super High Speed Bullet. While he reads, of course.