So one day Jamaine comes up to me and says, “Mom, I had a dream last night. I was a rockstar. I want to be a rock star.”
She says she is going to live in a rockstar home and and ride in a rockstar car.
“Well, what exactly does that look like?”
She’s pretty focused on her rockstar dream right now. She’s wearing her shades all the time and lugging around her guitar.
No black eyeliner and famous stars and straps shirts for now.
My mom says I should try and buy Jamaine a real guitar and see if she’d like to learn how to really play.
Come to think of it, she’s always wondering why her guitar playing doesn’t sound like the one on TV.
If this fascination lasts, maybe we can get one for her next birthday.