I watched a documentary about Kevin Klash, who dreamed of becoming a puppeteer on Sesame Street when he was a young child. Klash is an endearing subject, who followed his dream and grew up to become a now famous puppeteer. How is it that some children seem to know exactly what they want to be when they grow up? When a teacher would ask my classmates what each one wanted to be when he/she grew up, most of them didn’t have a clue. I just wanted to be myself. My grandson Theo is certain he wants to work for Lego and become a designer. My experience tells me he will have changed his mind several times about his chosen occupation before he grows up. But, in the meantime, he is very serious and he owns, with a brother, a mountainous collection of legos. (Hidden under his bed.)
Click on the link to hear the budding engineer describe his passion:
His brother, Owen, has been chosen from among his peers to be a demonstrator for karate. They encourage others to try their craft and only those who are very proficient are chosen to go on demo gigs. He is practicing one particular move, and showed me that move:
One of the great joys of being a grandma, is not carrying pictures around, but uploading their feats to youtube and sharing on a blog. I still have people ask me, what’s a blog? It is a web-log. Thus blog.