What I Wanted to be When I Grew Up


THIS is why you don’t tell small children to smile. They end up looking like possessed little demons. Also, what the hell, mom?! Red and navy plaid with lime green ponytail holders?! What were you thinking?! 

I vaguely remember telling my mom I wanted to be either an astronaut or waitress. I was pretty little at the time – maybe four or five years old. I did actually work for a brief time as a waitress. It didn’t end well. 

But yeah, the astronaut thing never really panned out. Because math. And also, as it turns out, enclosed spaces and I don’t really get along.

When I got a little older, I wanted to do other things like be a professional singer. And a librarian. And a teacher. And costumer in a theatre. And a writer. And a mom.

College was a great time for me because I got to try out a lot of these things. I worked at the university’s childcare center and got to do some hands on teaching and lesson planning and also potty training, snot wiping, and all manner of other things. I also worked in the theatre where I did makeup and costuming. And while I loved the work and many of the people, there was just too much damn drama for me (pun intended) to make that my life’s work. After changing my major for the fourth time, I re-discovered my love of writing, and I knew for sure that I wanted to be a writer.

Of course, I got sidetracked by a lot of things on the way to making writing my career – okay, mostly motherhood and a world of self-doubt about my ability to write. Two awesome kids and a slew of mostly awesome (The Young Prince notwithstanding) daycare kids fulfilled my desire to mother and teach. I homeschooled one of my daycare kids when she was too distraught to continue with the kindergarten program.

When my son was three and my youngest daycare kiddo was two, I finally began writing, again. And I haven’t really stopped since. And in the end, I’ve spent the most time doing what I love best – momming and writing. Though, I’m pretty damn sure I haven’t grown up, yet. And, if I’m honest, I don’t really intend to.

Be sure to check out the other bloggers’ posts by clicking their names. Kayleigh, Jessica, Paige, and Gwen.

Author: Bronwyn

There's not a lot to tell - I'm married a wonderful guy and we have two fantastic, kids. I write erotic romance and try to avoid housework and cooking at all costs.

19 thoughts on “What I Wanted to be When I Grew Up”

  1. Oh my gosh, you’re so adorable *__*

    When I was 7 yrs old, I joined a children and youth choir. After a short while I knew I wanted to be an opera singer.
    My voice was really good and all 4 consecutive choirmasters we had told me that I had the potential.
    Sadly we didn’t have the money to pay for professional voice lessons.
    I left the choir when I was 15 and because I’m a huge moron I started smoking at age 17 and my voice is totally ruined now.
    I could still kick my own butt for it. -.-

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  2. See, it’s the “growing up” part that is the most fun. No sense at all reaching the mythical goal of actually being “grown up.” What will you do then? Anyway, that is the conclusion I have come to in my more senior years. I don’t want to grow up!

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  3. Drama drama. It’s very real. Makes you into a whole different person when you get involved in it. At least that’s how I felt because with each new play and cast changes became a whole new roller coaster and like it or not – you were on it.

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  4. Some of the things I have wanted to be include: a ballerina, a firefighter, a spelunker, a marine biologist, a writer, and a rock star. Hell, I’d still love to be a rock star, it just won’t happen.

    For a while, I told people I wanted to be a teacher, because I was a pretty damn good tutor in several high school subjects, and it’s a socially acceptable answer for a girl who doesn’t know what else to say without someone raining on her parade. But I don’t think I ever wanted to be a teacher, not in the public-school settings I grew up with, and certainly not *now*, the ways things have gone to hell with standardized testing.

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  5. I feel like you’re getting ready to eat someone’s brains in that picture. And it’s awesome. Hippie in a VW bus, you forgot that one. 🙂
    I think I’ve decided I just want to be a unicorn. Or a narwhal. The unicorn of the sea.

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  6. I so love that pic of you!!! If you were in my class you would have totally been my favorite from that pic alone. 🙂 And yah for teachers. We so do more than just teach. LOL!

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