When I Grow Up

When I grow up I’d like to be….

A tree – so that I can branch out further and basque in the sun longer

A bird – so that I can fly away to where I want to go with ease

A song – to join people together in unison

A child – to fill people with the joy of my laughter

A dog – someone’s best friend who will protect me from life’s thunder

A race-horse – majestic and inspired

When I grow up – there are so many things I’d like to be…

A rock.  Inert.  Solid.  Eternal.

About inmycorner

This blog began as an opportunity to tell my Dad's stories. I sat with him and the computer and together we told stories. It was a wonderful way to get to know Dad. He was 9. He and Mom had a wonderful life together and since she passed away a year and a half before him - Dad was ready to join her. I no longer tell his stories but have found stories of my own. The impetus to resume this blog was the discovery that I had stage 4 ovarian cancer. Since blogging had been so therapeutic for my dad and I to get through our grief, I felt maybe this would be a good outlet to process my situation. I also hoped it may serve as an outreach to anyone else who is facing this very ominous journey. So far, so good.
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6 Responses to When I Grow Up

  1. Gwen says:

    Great aspirations for when you grow up.

  2. pixieannie says:

    Stacey, this is such fun. I wanted to be a farmer. Although it is still obvious that I love the outdoors and always happy in mud and filth. Brilliant post. Madonna eh? Superb.

  3. Enjoy the growing up Stacey. It’s never over is it? 🙂

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