When I grow up...

I love talking with my kids about what they want to do when they grow up. Mallory tells us that she wants to be a teacher like Mommy. *proud* Isaiah says that he would like to be a worker and build big buildings. I think that would be a perfect fit for him. (Over the past few months, he has gotten into that little boy stage where he tries to take things apart or unplug stuff.) Tim always tells me that he wants to retire on a lake where there is fishing-a-plenty.  I know. #shocker

But what about me? What do I want to do when I grow up? And when is my next grown up stage? I don't think I want to wait all the way until retirement. 

Don't get me wrong; I really do love teaching. I enjoy watching my students faces as concepts click in their minds. The smiles on their little faces as the come into each day make my heart smile. But I just feel like I somehow, ever so slightly, missed something.  And then it hit me.  A ton of books hit me.

If you know me at all, you know what my passions are. I love Jesus. I love my family. And I love to read. 

I know. You think I'm going to say that I want to write a book. WRONG. I want to read books. And I want to tell you what I think of them. So, it looks like Avid Reader Becky wants to become Book Critic Becky. So, as soon as I can find some time - ha! - I'm going to grow up and get right to it. 

- becky