Parents' professions through the eyes of a 3-year-old

Zachary, Jacob and I visited my friend yesterday at the college where I worked for the last several years.  For some reason, Zachary thought it was a doctor's office.  We explained to him that it was a school and that Miss Gayle was a teacher there. 

Knowing that Brian is also a college professor, Gayle asked Zachary what his daddy did, thinking it would help him to understand that we weren't at a doctor's office.  Zachary surprised us, though, when he answered "he builds beds".  We do have 7 children, so Brian has spent a fair bit of time putting together beds.  He's put together basinets, cribs, bunk beds, futons, and doll beds...he has, in fact, built a couple of beds from scratch, including our bed and the captain's bed he built for Rebecca before bunk beds entered our lives. 

For follow up, Gayle asked Zachary what his mommy did, and he replied that I am a nurse.  I am indeed a nurse...I have been an RN for 20 years and although I am not currently working in the nursing profession, it indeed remains a large part of my identity.  I was feeling kind of proud and smug that he knew my profession and not his dad's.

Today, I wanted to see if Zachary had a different answer for yesterday's questions.  You know the 3-year-old's imagination:  things can change rapidly.  Well, his responses were the same...dad builds beds and mom is a nurse.  I went one step further today, though, and asked what mom does as a nurse.  I was thinking maybe he'd say "give shots" or "help people".  Nope.  You see, 3-year-olds view relationships through the filter of how they are affected or might benefit.  Knowing that, it shouldn't have come as a surprise when he stated "you nurse babies".  Yep, I do....I've been breastfeeding my babies for nearly as long as I have been an RN!
 
I am not nearly so smug as I was yesterday...but I am humbled and happy.  What could be more pleasing than being recognized by your child for providing a safe and secure place to lay his head and the food he needs to live?  That is our job, a job we lovingly and gratefully accepted when we said "yes" to God's call for becoming parents.  There is no more important profession nor part of our identity, after all, than that of being parents, and I thank Zachary for reminding me of that so clearly! 

Time to get back to "work"...I need to lie Jacob in his basinet so that I can prepare Zachary some lunch!

Conversations with a 3 year old

As we pulled into our driveway, Zachary struck up a conversation...as usual, he amuses me!!!

Zachary:  "Mom, where's Dad?"
Me:  "He's in Seattle at work."
Zachary:  "He's at Mt. Rainier.  Oh no...it's a volcano."
Me:  "You're right, it is."
Zachary:  "I want Dad to come home.  Mt. Rainier is a volcano and it's going to explode."
Me:  "Reeeeeeally?
Zachary:  "Yep.  I can see it from my house."
Me:  "Yes, you can."  (Well...not today, but on a clear day.)
Zacahry:  "Now, I need my bugs cleaned out of my ears (for some reason, he thinks that the earwax is bugs...go figure!) before the volcano explodes."
Me:  "You do?"
Zachary:  "Yep." 

He proceeded to the bathroom to retrieve Q-tips (yes, I know, you're not supposed to use those that way...blah, blah, blah), got the bugs cleaned out (at least it's not bees today) and the conversation is over.  I sure hope that his prediction on the volcano is like his trip to surf Crocodile Lake earlier this week.  Just in case, I'll let Brian know that his boy would like him to come home soon!