Sometimes it’s scary when my children want to be like me.
“When I grow up I want to do/be ________________ like you Mommy.”
I usually just smile at them, but inside I’m thinking how I can be a better person. I think of all the better people my child could try to be like.
Sometimes it’s physical characteristics that aren’t given by choice.
“Mommy, when I grow up can I have contacts/glasses?”
“Oh dear, I hope you don’t have to.”