Dream Jobs Come True in Other Ways

Today’s post is a response from Plinky‘s question: What was your childhood dream job?

Sometimes a kid knows what they want to be and that’s what they intend to be. They don’t explore other options or think about some other career choice. They want to be [blank] and that’s all there is to it. Having my own children has led me to see just how different personality types are. My oldest wanted to be a vet throughout her entire childhood and even high school graduation. She took a year off from school as she explored different avenues and decided she would like to be a nurse instead. She is now enrolled to attend this fall. Meanwhile, her younger brothers have their own ideas. My teenager went from wanting to be an astronaut to being a fireman to being an army guy to being a scientist. He wants to work with technology and computers. It’s his knack, he enjoys putting things together and taking them apart–regardless of materials used in the making of it. The youngest announced just last week that he wants to be in the air force. He wants to help defend our country so we can continue to enjoy our freedoms. The kid is only 9 and has plenty of time to change his mind. Having thought about their dreams allowed me to dwell on what I had thought would be the perfect job.

Dallas Moon

As a small child, and we are talking from early childhood to about the 4th grade, I wanted to be a teacher. Sometime during my 5th grade art classes, I decided I wanted to be an architecture. I loved when my family would drive through Fort Worth or Dallas, or the many other different cities we traveled, and just admire some of the architecture of the various buildings. I mean someone had to dream about it before making those massive glass towers, right?

I pretty much kept with architectural dreams until high school. I was taking mechanical drawing classes and during one of the challenges we had, my teacher asked me about architectural engineering. Apparently he saw something in me I didn’t realize existed. Hmm sounds interesting enough. I researched it and decided okay, that was a good specific course of study.

Then life happened and the school I was accepted in my mother didn’t want me to attend due to its unsafe city. I guess having barbed wires running around the tops of the stone walls surrounding the campus was a turn-off.

My life has changed and moved through different directions since graduation, and though I am not an architectural engineer, I have engineered the lives of my children through homeschooling and general every day life.

I am in the midst of doing part of my dream job, though. We are building a house and I have been very involved in designing it. The plans have been redesigned about four times now and I have enjoyed every moment of it. We are only in the beginning stages and I am looking forward to see each stage through completion — all the way to the day we move.

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Top 3 Annoyances of life…no patience, no sympathy

Plinky‘s topic was naming the top three things in which I have little to no patience. I am sure there are many things I will think of later, but I am going to stick to the following three, as they occur the most often.

I have very little patience for children who are crying without a reason. You know the ones–the child crying in the store because they want a toy or candy. You can hear them across the store, regardless of how large the building is. I’m not talking about a baby, I mean the 4 or 5-year-old who feels if they continue to cry, mom or dad will give in eventually. You might as well be running your fingernails on a chalkboard. The response is the same for me. However, if I am at the store, I do not let the child’s crying get to me. I have learned the survival tactic of choosing to listen to what I want to hear and consider everything else as “white noise”. Children have different cries for different things, I get that. If a child cries, though, it better be for one of the following reasons: bleeding, popping, hungry, hurt, or some other “emergency” needing immediate attention. Crying is not an acceptable form of communication when you have words you can use. My patience lasts long enough to decide what the child needs, after that, it slowly drains.

I hardly have any patience for adults who whine about every event occurring in their life. They whine about their jobs, children, spouses, other adults, and whatever else floats their way. It is as if they feel if they whine about it, someone will take notice, feel sorry for them and throw a pity party for them. Not me. I have learned to either avoid the person, or try to bite my tongue so I don’t express my true feelings. Sometimes its a challenge, but for the most part, I just hum along to my music and back out of the situation as fast as possible. I would gladly take the crying children over the whining adult.

I guess the third thing to try my patience would be parents who should know better, but don’t. For example, I was at the local grocery store and there was a small child behind me in line. The little guy was sitting in the basket, playing with (are you ready?) a glass mayonnaise jar. Yep. Glass. I looked at the child, then the parent, thinking to myself perhaps they don’t see the child. I was wrong. The mother smiled at me and explained to me how their precious child always plays with the jars and cans while waiting in line to keep him from crying. I smiled politely and clarified even glass jars? The mother replied yes, of course. I nodded my head and casually asked “so what happens when the little guy drops it and cuts himself?” She answered then he won’t play with glass anymore. I felt like pointing out the obvious–the kid being barely 2 years old. They don’t remember things like that. But as I didn’t have patience for her, I didn’t bother continuing the conversation. After all, I’d probably get my tail feathers in an uproar if someone were to question my parenting tactics. Most of the time though, I decide if the child is in immediate harms way because of the lack of parental guidance, if not, then I go to a different isle. Otherwise, I might just have to open my mouth for the child’s sake. Children are expected to have their multiple moments of being a kid and babies are just that–babies not knowing any better; parents are expected to protect their children and look out for their best interests instead of allowing the child to dictate what is acceptable behavior. This also includes the parent who allows their 8-year-old child not to learn how to share because “it’s easier this way”. Really? Ugh. Stupid parenting by far exceeds any of the many other things on my low to no patience list.

I love kids, really. I am not a big fan of babies, but I would take the crying babies and tantrum throwing two-year old over the parent who allows the child, regardless of age, to dictate how the household runs. Powered by Plinky