As we get more and more glimpses of Belén’s (strong-willed) personality, we often wonder what she will be like when she is 5, 10 and 15 years old. What will she be like when she is in her twenties? Her thirties?
Will she marry?
Have kids?
Travel the world?
Have good friends?
Be in a band?
Compete in the Olympics?
Be a Democrat?
Be nice to her parents?
Have curly hair?
Be articulate?
Be compassionate?
Continue to have a zest for life?
Work in an office?
Try drugs?
Smoke?
Rebel?
Be athletic?
Be girly?
Be good at math?
Like to shop?
Join the swim team?
Be boy crazy?
Prefer girls?
Be popular?
Be an outcast?
Be okay with who she is?
Be artistic?
Be a homebody?
Continue to like books?
Fall in love with a member of a boy band?
Be the future’s equivalent of Gothic or Emo?
Go to college?
Go to grad school?
Be passionate about whatever it is she pursues?
And then, we reel it all in with an internal, mental rendition of a song you are likely familiar with which my mom used to sing to us when we would ask her such futuristic questions.
Que será será.
Whatever will be, will be.
The future’s not ours to see.
Que será será.
And for the record…Our only wish for our daughter is that she finds happiness, whatever that might look like to her!
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