"Everybody wants to be a lot of things when they're younger." Her eyes never left her son's face. As he drifted off to sleep her smile faltered as if she'd just had a memory of something long past. Only then did she look up at Sam, the soft voice gone. "Eventually, we all do the things we were born to do."
It was a blunt statement and she knew it was, quite possibly, maybe little unfair to throw something in his face that he'd struggled with throughout his own life. To underscore her point, she looked him right in the eye and added, "Please stop saying 'this' as if this were a dirty place full of menial jobs involving dung."