I was eight years old the first time I flew on an airplane. I was completely fascinated by the flight attendants - then called "stewardesses". They were so graceful, so poised. And everyone seemed mesmerized by their charm. As I got off the plane I remember proudly proclaiming to my mom, "I want to be a stewardess when I grow up!" My mom turned to me gently and whispered, "You could definitely be a stewardess honey, but you know you could also fly the plane."
365 Ways an Ordinary Gal Might Possibly Change the World: A daily project to commit to simple, seemingly insignificant, acts that won't earn anyone a Nobel Prize, but might somehow encourage intentional living and a deeper investment in the world.
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
How to Believe In a Little Girl
Act #162: Tell them they can fly.
I was eight years old the first time I flew on an airplane. I was completely fascinated by the flight attendants - then called "stewardesses". They were so graceful, so poised. And everyone seemed mesmerized by their charm. As I got off the plane I remember proudly proclaiming to my mom, "I want to be a stewardess when I grow up!" My mom turned to me gently and whispered, "You could definitely be a stewardess honey, but you know you could also fly the plane."
I was eight years old the first time I flew on an airplane. I was completely fascinated by the flight attendants - then called "stewardesses". They were so graceful, so poised. And everyone seemed mesmerized by their charm. As I got off the plane I remember proudly proclaiming to my mom, "I want to be a stewardess when I grow up!" My mom turned to me gently and whispered, "You could definitely be a stewardess honey, but you know you could also fly the plane."
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yep. well said.
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