She is going to be a veterinarian
Friday, September 28th, 2007Dr. Eggleston tells a simple story of how and when she decided to become a veterinarian. She was nine and at a family get together of mostly adults, her and her two brothers and a few cousins. An aunt asked her, in that condescending yet well-meaning way adults often talk to other people’s young children, “what do you want to be when you grow up?” Aimee’s father, I can call her Aimee because I’m her husband and because I know her too well to call her Doctor, was at her side and answered for her: “She is going to be a veterinarian.”
It is unclear how Aimee’s father got the idea. To that point Aimee had never expressed the idea herself. But maybe seeing her daughter’s love of horses, growing stronger since her first pony ride at the age of five, and maybe because even then Aimee seemed a child of ability, the idea crystallized in his head.
When Aimee’s father spoke that word, “veterinarian,” the idea also crystallized in Aimee’s head. From that moment forward, she would answer the same way her father did, substituting 1st person for 2nd: “I am going to be a veterinarian.” I don’t know what it feels like to know the profession, the meaningful work of one’s adult years — as a child. But Aimee did and it started, in a real way, at age nine with her father’s pronouncement.

