Imagine This September Edition

When I grow up I want to be……..

My daughter started Kindy for the first time: naturally I felt sick. A whole bundle of emotion coughed up and out of me that morning: fear, anxiety, and guilt mostly. Yup, I pretty much spiralled the whole spectrum of emotion as I signed the register and handed over the parental responsibility baton.

I felt sick to my core as Tess, a pretty, twenty something carer, immediately crouched down to Miss 2. With a huge smile and a little tug of her hand I watched, (admittedly a little put out that I was so easily forgotten) and Miss Tess became her new best friend.

Fast forward 6 weeks.

Miss Tess, my savior informs me she is leaving the child care centre.

NOOOOOOOOOOO ! I am heartbroken as I know Miss 2 will be too.

I asked her what she her next job step will be.

“Oh the same thing” she replied as her eyes clouded over.

That was the moment I saw it.

“You don’t want to work in childcare do you?” I asked tentatively.

She shook her head. “I love the kids. (and boy do they love her, she is FABOULOUS) but it’s not what I really want to do.”

“So what do you want to do?”

She pauses. I think she dare not say it out loud. The job police might be waiting to arrest her for following her dreams. “I would love to be an air stewardess.” She exhaled loudly.

“So what’s stopping you?”

“Well, I have to finish my course first and I have accepted this new job now” OK, so I respect for wanting to finish her childcare qualification. But come on really? Does she think trading in one environment for another is going to make her happy? It appears so.

“How long before you finish?”

“2 years” “Two Years? That’s a long time. Do you need the qualification to be an air stewardess?”

“No.” “Have you applied to any airline?”

She shakes her head.

“Have you talked to anyone in the industry? Found out more about it? What you need to do to make it happen?”