“Amma, what do you want to be when you grow up?” She asks.
“I am already grown up.” I reply.
“But, what do you want to do?” She clarifies.
I think for a while. “I am a mother.”
“No, no. What work do you want to do?” She is getting a little impatient.
“I used to work in a bank and now I stay at home to take care of you and your little brother. Taking care of the family is work too.” I smile.
“Like I want to be a cake decorator, what would you like to do when you grow up?” The influence of watching Masterchef. Also, I clearly needed to brush up some parenting tactics. She refuses to register that I am a grown up.
“I am trying to be a writer and hopefully soon, a published author.” I change course.
“Will you be famous?” She is all bright eyed with excitement. “Will you make lots of money?”
I don’t want her to have high expectations and be let down.
“One can never say. I will do my very best, but someone has to agree to publish my novel. Then, many people have to buy copies. I want to be a writer because I love to write, not just to make money. We can never be sure of how things will happen in the future…”I trail off, thinking of all the complexities of marketing and luck working together.
“Will you be famous or not?” She still expects a clear answer.
I quickly make up my mind, “Yes, I will be famous.” My eyes mirror the shine in hers.
Yes, dreaming is much more fun than being realistic. It makes this long journey of writing a novel more pleasant.
Just as I start wondering how I can slip in a lesson on acting and not just dreaming, she sternly asks me,
“So, how many words have you written today?”