When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

Blog Challenge Response: When I Was 5…

When I was five, I knew I wanted to be a mom.

Not just any mom—I wanted to be my mom. Graceful, nurturing, loving… and always in control of the home she built with so much care. Even at that young age, I found myself drawn to the beauty and simplicity of homemaking. I was very girly—I didn’t like getting dirty, although I still played outside every day. You’d catch me running around barefoot, or riding bikes but never too far from the comforts of home.

My world was filled with Barbies—not the fancy, high-end kind, but I made them fabulous with the scraps of fabric I’d sneak from my momma’s sewing room. I’d cut and wrap them into skirts and dresses, piecing together a wardrobe of style. 😉 She was a wonderful seamstress, sewing many of my clothes growing up. She could do it all—crochet, needlepoint, hook rugs… and yes, she taught me each of those skills with so much patience and love.

At five, I didn’t fully understand the complexities of my parents’ relationship, but I knew there was love in our home. My momma loved my daddy, and she definitely loved us kids. She cooked every day, cleaned, and still found time to make desserts that felt like pure magic. Dinner was always on the table by 5:30 p.m. sharp, and I remember the comfort of that routine—the aroma from the kitchen, the warmth of her presence, the joy of sitting down as a family.

She made it all look so effortless, and that’s what stuck with me. Her role as a wife and mother seemed so important and so fulfilling. She wore it like a crown. She made it look beautiful.

So I played house. I mimicked what I saw. I set up pretend dinners and wrapped my dolls in hand-sewn blankets. I’d imagine my future self in a house with a white picket fence—the whole cliché. And I loved every bit of that daydream.

Thinking back to those days makes me smile—the sweetness of innocence, the security of love, and the inspiration of a mother who was everything I admired. Those were the good old days, and I’m grateful I carry them with me still.

Your Turn:

Take a moment to think back to when you were five.
What did you dream of becoming?
What moments shaped those dreams?
Whether it was a person who inspired you, a game you loved to play, or just a feeling you carried—
I’d love to hear your story.
Drop it in the comments or share it in your own post and tag me so I can read it too!

Let’s take a sweet stroll down memory lane together.

LadyFlava of LadyFlavaNews

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