When I was a kid I wanted to be a surgeon. I thought the inner workings of the human body were fascinating and couldn’t get enough of those PBS shows that brought operating tables into my family room. When they would hint at graphic images ahead and everyone else would turn away, I would glue myself to the screen.
Turns out, though, that you actually have to be a pretty good student if you choose that line of work. My elementary school report cards, which were all spotted with remarks like, “shares with her neighbors” and “doesn’t stay on task”, weren’t going to get me into medical school. It seems I was more suited to be a gossip columnist.
But as a parent, I have a chance to right what I did wrong. I have made it clear to my third-grade daughter that she needs to apply herself now, if she wants to be successful later.
We were recently discussing this and I asked her, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
Given her love of animals and her near obsession with dogs, I suggested she should become a veterinarian.
She shook her head and said, “I don’t want to be a veterinarian! They can’t eat meat!“
Apparently, someone wasn’t staying on task during health and nutrition class.