Miguel and I are in the car, driving home from school. He is pondering the future and his possible careers. Miguel: I want to be an astronaut when I grow up.
Me: That's great!
Miguel: What would I have to do to become an astronaut?
Me: Well, you would have to go to school for many years and study lots of science.
Miguel: O.k. I can do that.
There is some quiet humming from the back seat and then silence.
Miguel: Mom, why didn't you want to be anything when you grew up?
Me (to self): Oh honey, I did. I wanted to be humbled daily so I became a mother.