FYI — butchers also fare better than journalists on the 2013 job rankings. At least they’re getting their hands bloodied the traditional way.
But I digress. Back to my daughter’s innocent question; what do I want to be when I grow up?
Despite all the bad press, if you will, I still want to be a journalist. I don’t just want to cover any old story, but those with some fundamental truths that transcend race or gender or even nations. One of these days, I hope to travel the world and visit refugee camps and war zones and cover those people who feel forgotten.
Of course, quite a few of these stories exist in America. Drugs. Hunger. Abuse. Sickness. Tragedy. Many feel lost and neglected. Although amazingly enough even in the most tragic of circumstances you can always find happiness and, dare I say it, hope.
Who wouldn’t want to tell those tales?
In reality, those dreams might not be the most reachable at present with three young kids at home. How much do you sacrifice for your goals? And is it bad to want more than the good life you already have?
That’s something many a mom has asked and a question that I’m not certain of the answer.
Until I do figure it all out, at least I still have one job my kids and their classmates recognize, albeit sometimes too much. For now, in their eyes, I’ll remain Samira’s mom.
Lois Lane can have her Superman. Everyone knows that with a group of kindergartners, amazing stories are only a single bound away.
— Amanda Beam is a Floyd County resident and Jeffersonville native. Contact her by email at hoosiermandyblog@ gmail.com