When I grow up......

I remember playing this game as a kid, dreaming about what I would be when I grew up, maybe a vet in a zoo, or an international spy, or an author, or painter, or sometimes (and this is with no dance training to speak of) a ballerina. And now that I am all grown (sorta), it seems silly to still play it, although there are some things that I dream of being, (and no, it is not the ballerina)(or the spy) but today I saw something that really made me sit up and say, "When I grow up, I want to be like that!"
What was this wonder you might ask? Simple, my year old daughter.
When I grow up, I want to be like her. Perhaps I should explain. While I might love the pampering that she gets daily from everyone around her, what struck me today about her was her courage.
See Mackenzie is afraid of the vacuum, and I don't just mean a little leery, I mean ear piercing shrieks of terror kind of afraid. For the longest time, either Brian or I would have to take her into a separate room and cuddle her through the shrieks as she screamed about the vacuum that was two rooms away. But today, all that changed. I took out the vacuum, and prepared to be deafened, but it couldn't be helped, if I wanted to go out, I needed to vacuum because there was no way I was going to have the babysitter in my house looking like that. As I mentally prepared for the shrieks, my daughter surprised me, instead of her normal panic, after a small squeak of fear, she got up and stood in the way of the vacuum. Even shaking with fear, she dared the vacuum to run her over, giving it a very effective "F U" and refusing to be afraid of it any longer.
Today, I am prouder of my daughter then I could have ever thought. And secretly, I want to be more like her.

P.S. Sorry Char for not posting for a long time, I had a lot of junk going on and one day, if I maybe get some of Mackenzie's courage, I'll post about it, but not yet.

P.P.S. One thing I learned about me today, apparently, I cannot spell the word vacuum, thank god for spellcheck.