When I was five, it's clear how I saw my life panning out. My dreams and ambitions were to "Get Lots of Flowers". Hmmm. Not a bad thought, really.
When a person is five, nothing really matters. You go to school for a few hours and learn how to begin reading and writing. School is fun. You wear cute little dresses and your hair is typically in a wispy little ponytail.
I wonder if anyone tried to stop me when I was writing my dreams and ambitions and probably asking how to spell 'flowers'. "But Little Lisa, what do you want to be when you grow up? Where do you want to live, sweetie?" Nope, someone somewhere let me write down that I want to "get lots of flowers". I guess when a five-year-old has their mind set on something, it's better to let it be.
Now that I think about it, it's not completely unrealistic. In fact, my little five-year-old brain had something going for itself. Two days ago, I went out to dinner with my boyfriend and he surprised me with a bouquet of flowers. Yesterday, I re-decorated the bathroom and added a pop of pretty yellow flowers. My Little Sister through the Big Brothers Big Sisters Mentoring Program gave me a watering can charm because I helped her to grow. When (not if) I get a job teaching, I'll help my student sprout. And when I move out in a few years, I want a garden in my backyard full of beeee-youtiful flowers.
Maybe my kindergarten self wasn't so quirky after all.