As a substitute teacher I fill in for lots of teachers in lots of classrooms.  Recently, I ventured into a classroom of six year olds and not only were they entertaining, they were smart, positive, enlightening and made me laugh.

We had a discussion about what they wanted to be when they grew up.  Some of them had no clue while others knew exactly what they wanted to be.

One little boy with dark hair had lots of ideas.

“I want to be a bull rider,” he said. “I’m tough and I know I can do it. Bulls don’t scare me.” 

We made a circle and each youngster voiced their opinion.

“And guess what else I want to be?” voiced my little dark haired friend. “I want to be a football player next. And then, guess what else I want to be? I want to be a race car driver.”

He was six going on 30. He had everything all planned out. 

“When I’m 20 I’m going to be a dad and have lots of kids too!”

I smiled and stifled my laughter.  He was, indeed, going to be a busy boy if all his plans worked out.

I still believe in a world where dreams come true and miracles still happen.  I saw absolutely no reason why each of the kids in the classroom couldn’t be what they wanted to be when they grew up.

Dreams do come true.  Not always for the reason we think but every dream is a possibility and every day a miracle.  Of course, that was much too deep for the six year olds that surrounded me but it is our job, as teachers and parents, to cultivate, motivate and encourage each dream and each promise.  It is our job to make sure promises come true and miracles like Baby Jesus still happen. It is okay for the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy to still make an occasional appearance.

I sent the kids on their next task of drawing and coloring a picture of what it might be like when they grew up and how they might look when they were actually doing what they wanted to do.

Shortly, my little dark haired friend brought me his picture. 

“I decided not to be a bull rider because I can’t draw a bull but I drew a drum so I can be drummer after I finish with football.”

He showed me is blue race car and his football and explained how he would take his kids to the games when he played.  His imagination was working overtime.

We should all be so lucky to believe every dream is a possibility.  We should focus on becoming like little children.  There is a scripture in the Bible to that effect.  We all need to pause a minute and remember what we wanted to be when we grew up.  I like to believe that maybe all dreams and plans tend to work out one way or another.

Melinda Clements is an E-T community columnist. She can be reached at