Sitting in a circle with legs crisscrossed, a class of second graders was asked what they would like to become when they grow up.
Teacher: “What would you like to be when you grow up, Taylor?”
My reply: “Myself.”
As a child I was asked what I wanted to be when I grew older, and my reply caused no small amount of wonder among my classmates. While most of us desired to touch the stars as astronauts, twirl as ballerinas, or become the next Mary-Kate and Ashley with our best friends—I wanted to be me. I suppose that answer wasn’t the expected reply, but today I stand firm by that childish response.
I certainly had no idea what I wanted to become as an elementary school student, but even as a college student, that same question hovers over my daily life. Many students enter college without knowing what they want to become. Please, let me reassure you that it is normal to be uncertain of your future occupation, especially at this point in your life. I definitely don’t know what or who I want to become, just so long as I’m still me when I finally do figure it out. Although, I have come to one common realization:
I’ve come to the conclusion that we are not…
Cars without tires, a train lacking a rail, a truck caught in neutral;
Not birds with clipped wings nor an eagle afraid to fly;
A child holding her mother’s hand or a kid caught in his father’s grasp.
We are none of these things,
for we can go anywhere in life,
can become anything in life,
if at first we become ourselves.
JCC students Meagan Mayers, Hanna Brawdy, and Taylor Kickbush
being themselves with some friends.