I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.
Women of all ages, including the 50+ gals, have said this to me. All with a self-depreciating, sad little chuckle.
Like they have failed in some way to actually be a grown up.
We all got asked that question as a child. My answer was an unwavering “I want to be a mom”. I do mean unwavering; totally steadfast in this response. Which meant by the end of high school I was in a complete panic. I hadn’t had a single boyfriend, which completely messed up my plans. How was I to be a mother, if no boy was interested in me?
This meant I needed to go onto post secondary education … to find a father for my children. But what to take? I had no driving interest in any particular field. I ended up in microbiology because it was animals (I liked animals) and my father was a scientist (so it was a known profession).
Guess what? No boyfriend there either, and I had zero interest in microbiology. Needless to say, I was failing miserably and quit before the end of first year.
I fell into a job as a data entry clerk, and at age 20 a boy finally took an interest in me. I married him. By age 21 I was a mom, again at age 22 and again at age 23.
I dove into motherhood, because that is what I wanted to be when I grew up.
Or was it?
Don’t get me wrong. I am honoured and blessed to have three amazing children. But a sole purpose of being a mom when I grew up was a red herring. I was basing my decision on observation of my mother.
Over the course of my childhood I witnessed my mother:
run cooking classes
flower and vegetable gardening
on the board of the Youth Aid Centre
on the board of the Historical Society
run her own business
hook and braid rugs
house troubled youths
champion preserving historical sites
And this is not a full list!
In other words, my mother was MultiPassionate. THIS is what I wanted to be when I grew up.
However, it fell under the guise of being a mom back then.
For a while this worked for me. I was able to be home with my children full time and I cooked, played piano and guitar, sewed, knitted, crocheted, drew, did crafts, sang in the choir, gardened. Until my marriage dissolved (inevitable given I married the first boy to come along) and I had to retrain and get a JOB.
This was the beginning of the end for me. All of a sudden I had to redefine what I was doing as a grown up and I DID NOT LIKE IT, not one tiny bit. I was still a mom, but I was no longer allowed to follow my curiosity.
What did I want to be when I grew up? Sure as heck not an employee of a large bureaucratic organization.
I still have that JOB, but now I understand what my soul desires, and I arrange my life outside of the JOB to fill up my soul.
If you honour your soul’s call to be MultiPassionate are you not very much grown up?
Can I get a HELL YES?