Mom? I know what I want to be when I grow up.

We discuss jobs a lot around here. Whenever we have the chance, really. It's under the guise of teaching Zac how to be a community helper and a contributor to society.

But really it's because we need help paying for college.

(And because we simply won't support him if he's 43 and still dependent on us.)


So when a waiter comes to our table, we make big dramatic comments about how he is SO good at his job. And we let Zac help to leave a tip.

At the airport, we talked about how cool of a job it would be to load suitcases on an airplane.

Even when we're trying to speak respectfully about Obama - well, at least he has a job.




So, when Zac ran up to me one day and excitedly told me he had found his calling - I was ecstatic! What would he choose?!

Surely he's old enough not to say "Power Ranger" right?

Maybe he's caught the athletic bug and he's aiming for the big money!

No - it's his smarts. He wants to be Dr. ZZ!

Or - perhaps he's found his inner sensitive self, and is leaning towards a career helping others!

Has our Heavenly Father called him to serve at such a young age?! What a testimony!!!!!




Zac took my hand and let me out to the front porch.

I could hardly hear him over the lawn equipment noises from the lawn company taking care of our neighbor's yard.

Then I realized what he was trying to tell me .......

He wants to grow up to be a leaf blower.