The other day, Miss Caty and I were discussing possible career paths for her. She's 9 and I think she's ready to take on the world. We were spitballing ideas around about her future plans. Much to my surprise, her future plan is not to live with Joe and I after college and play computer games all day long. That's pretty much what she does now, so I was certain this would carry on into adulthood.
She's been playing Nancy Drew games quite a bit lately and the idea of becoming a detective intrigued her. Then we started talking about the CIA and being a spy. She wants to learn Russian. And possibly Arabic. Maybe Chinese, too. But Russian for sure. She's excited that she can learn juicy details about other people (and countries). That's exciting even if you aren't a spy. Gossip is fun!
But I worry about her spy skills. She's not the most graceful on her feet, so slinking around and hiding quietly in a dark corner somewhere (in Russia?), will take some major training. She has tried sneaking up on me, but I know she's there. She's not so quiet and tends to run into something, alerting me that my daughter is trying to play a trick on me. Sometimes she gets Miles in on the act, but he's a giggler. I can hear him coming from a mile away. Ha! Caught you! Now it's time to learn what you know! Who do you work for?
Then there's the ability to keep secrets. Kids, in general, are terrible at keeping secrets. I think that's a skill learned later in life, like when you become a teenager and you have way more to hide from your parents than you do at age 9. I know at age 16, I was quite good at keeping secrets, especially ones that implicated me.
I wanted to be a spy, too. Still do. I don't want to learn Russian, though. I'll stick with English and I'll just spy on my kids when they aren't looking.
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