Last night I told M a bedtime story all about how M would grow up and get a job and save money for college and a mission. Then she would go to college and a mission. And then she would go and do the things she had studied for. And then one day she would get married and have children. She asked me about that.
I was glad I could tell her that mom worked as a custodian, and a librarian, and a carpet layer, and a telephone marketer, and a teacher, and a secretary for a lawyer, before I had children. I also told her all the jobs daddy had over the years before he got to have a job that let him stay home with us.