“What I don’t want to be when I grow up.” I’ve never heard a child start a conversation like that. Have you?
The kids I spend the most time with – sisters 6- and 10-years-old – have been through at least three fantasy careers over the past year. I’ve been their customer at Sisters Tea Room, drinking mint tea from their backyard mint; at The Rose Salon, where they placed cucumber slices on my eyes so I could rest while they painted my toenails (and then debated whether it was OK to eat the cucumbers after); and, finally at The Nature Shop, where I purchased shells and other beach-collected items with money they had made from construction paper.
Budding-entrepreneurs, those girls.
As an owner of two businesses here in town – Sonoma Dog Camp, going into our 10th year, and HWY 12 Properties, entering our third year, I enjoy seeing their creativity and imagination on display.
I wish our town of Sonoma were more like those girls. Instead, those whose voices register at the highest pitch here seem to be focused doggedly on what they don’t want Sonoma to be or do. They don’t want to be Healdsburg, or Napa, or St. Helena. They don’t want to lose our small-town charm, have too many tasting rooms, have new hotels with more than 25 rooms or attract new business that will increase “pedestrian congestion.” The first time I heard that term I laughed, then choked. Too many pedestrians? What?