Kylie trudges along on her back, scooting her bald spot across the carpet, rubbing away the downy baby fuzz. Her mom watches carefully, shielding the corner of the hearth with her body.
For six months, every day has been a new beginning. From the first breach of the womb, to the first explosive diaper, the first bath, the first trip to the nursery. What will she be when she grows up? Glimpses backwards at photos of Mom and Dad spur expectations for the future.
But I make no plans. I'm still wondering what I will be when I grow up. What will I do with the rest of my life?
My husband is in the Army. When I pledged myself to him, ten years ago, I could only see two years down our timeline. Those same two years have traced a loop five times. And I still wonder, what will I be when I grow up?
I have unpacked a new home in four states. Each time it felt like getting my own room for the very first time; childhood swept over me from behind.
Barely tall enough to ride a roller coaster, I wanted to be brave. Four plain walls to paint any color I wished. The first night in my new room, I woke up fumbling for the bathroom and walked straight into the closet. I lay awake for hours, keenly aware of new creaks and groans exhaled by the walls. I am still that way, grown up.
In state number three, unpacking felt like Christmas. Excitement buzzed between my husband and me as we pulled brown paper packages from crudely labeled boxes. With each subsequent move, there was even a "first Christmas" ornament.
Pulling out of my driveway and yielding at an unfamiliar intersection was learning to walk all over again. Round-abouts posed threats similar to trying to roller skate the day after my first baby step. I got lost and confused, cars buzzed by me at grownup speeds. Every landmark looked the same, like being surrounded by dozens of adult knees, all clad in denim.
My heart cringes with sympathy for those poor families sent overseas. I struggle to simply learn my new city's slang. Once, I ventured a comment about the civil war in a coffee shop in southern Georgia. I was nearly run out of town on a rail, unaware that it was really "the war of northern aggression." I do my best to mimic the vernacular of the natives; I am often rewarded by chuckles and a lesson in diction.
Crossing the stage at my alma mater, I believed I was done with new school jitters. Now, bi-annually, I subject myself to that same drama as I search for a new church and gym. I try to walk confidently down crowded halls, pretending I know where I'm going. I don't want to be singled out as the new girl and introduced to the women's ministry leader or the locally famous personal trainer.
I stalk bulletin boards, scanning them for post-its about groups, clubs and classes where I can show up anonymously and make friends on my own terms. I wonder how I should dress for the worship service? Is this a casual khaki environment or your mother's Sunday best?
Perhaps the greatest challenge of each new home, is finding a new hairdresser. That decision alone has the power to effect every first impression. A highlighting mistake or failed permanent out weighs the worst "baby's first haircut." Even a bowl cut or months of unexplained baldness pale in comparison to green hair. The effects of my worst experience lingered through the next move.
My life feels like a broken record. No steady career lengthens my resume. Few accolades for community service can be garnered in 24 months. By the time I've mastered these rudimentary skills it's time to leave again.
Kylie is almost walking now. Things that were once experiments are now old habits. Soon she will say, "Momma," and then graduate to big-girl words like, "dog," and, "Mississippi." That is the way life is supposed to be: you scale the step ladder, climb the tree, and one day the corporate ladder.
Me? I am still wondering what I will be when I grow up.
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