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Blogtober #7

When I was little..


Blogtober day seven, today I thought I would talk about what I wanted to do when I grew up, things change so much from our childhood plans for the future, my brother who I am very close to always wanted to be a fireman, I used to have awful nightmares for years when I was little of my brother being stuck in a house fire and me screaming because he was stuck and I couldn't help him, and he died, this happened so much and I always begged him not to be a fireman because of my repetitive dream and it must have meant something bad would happen to him if he were to become a fireman, luckily for me he changed his mind, although that is not all down to me, he just heard too many stories from his best friend's Dad (who was a fireman) and changed his mind, I was so relieved.


I always wanted to be a nanny when I was little, for as long as I can remember it's been something I have wanted to be when I grew up (that and being a Mummy) I've always loved children and two of my cousins were in that line of work and I just loved the whole idea of it, then as I got older (about 15) and they both told me more and more stories about their jobs as a nanny I decided that it actually wasn't for me, for the reason of wanting to wait for all those experiences for when I became a Mother.

Then I wanted to be a nursery teacher, I did my work experience placement at a local nursery and I absolutely loved it, my mum used to work in the same place for years and I used to help out when I had inset days, I loved helping to set up and read to the children and play with the play dough and paint with the little ones, and I even used to love helping to tidy everything away at the end of the day. This job was meant for me.


When I was in my last year of secondary school I had the opportunity to do a course at college, I did health and social care, but once I had left school I decided I wanted to take a year off from learning, got myself a job and go back to college once I had decided on what course I wanted to do. That's not really what went to plan, I took the year off, loved earning money, going out with friends and having fun and socialising, a lot. I kissed a few frogs, met my Prince and instead of becoming a nanny or a nursery teacher I became a mummy at 18 years old. This isn't exactly how I planned my life to be, but I would never want to change it.


I am 32 and I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up, so I've been doing a lot of retail jobs until I can finally work out which direction I want to go in career wise, I have thought about midwife, midwife assistant or a nursery nurse.

My Son who is 14 years old has been thinking a lot about his job prospects in the future and wants to study as much science as he can, he has always been a science geek and from about 5 years old he has told us that when he grows up he wants to be a scientist, his Dad was a micro biologist so its in his blood (as the expression goes) he has be talking about wanting to become a science teacher, I think he would do an amazing job as a teacher.

What did you want to be when you grew up? did you get your dream job?

thank you for reading

ta ta for now

J x

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