"When I grow up I am going in a rocket ship to outer space," announced my 6-year-old.
I cringed. I love space, as in skies, rolling fields, and wide open kitchens. But outer space is terrifying and the thought of my child going there makes me lightheaded.
"Well," I said, trying to be upbeat, "that sounds exciting." And I left it at that.
Who knows? Maybe she'll go to outer space when she's older, just as she plans. And maybe she won't. So what's the point in worrying today?
A better plan is to make the most of the time and space between now and then.