OK, silly story.
When I was in High School, thanks to the influence of a couple of car-crazy boyfriends, I loved tinkering around with automobiles. I was a very good student, maintained a solid GPA and took AP classes, but I also managed to take a couple of years of Auto Shop. (Oh so feminine, right? I didn't care though...) I think, in addition to it being something enjoyable, it was also a nice stress break when my other classes were so demanding.
We only had one Auto teacher in the High School, and he was very supportive of females in a man's domain. In the middle of our senior year we all took the ASVAB tests. I am not sure how, or to whom, the results got submitted, but I do know that (in addition to being relentlessly hounded by the military for the next year

) I was recruited quite heavily by several ASE-certified schools to become an Automobile Technician. This was at the end of the 80's/beginning of the 90's and they were really trying to get more women into the field. I was actually offered FULL-RIDE scholarships to several of the schools.
I was very excited by the prospect. Here was a field I enjoyed, that I knew I could get a job in, that I knew I could make a decent living at! No, I'd never be
upper-crust; but as a kid in rural Montana being raised by a single mom, living in a 20 year old mobile home, the wages made by good mechanics seemed astronomical!!
My mom, however, would have none of it. She really did think she had my best interests at heart, but her view was clouded by what she knew I "could do" (academics, music, etc) and what she thought a useful career path might be for me. She was so horrified by the thought of her daughter in mechanic's coveralls that she refused to even entertain the idea that it might be what *I* wanted to do, or the career opportunities that might exist.
So, off I went to liberal arts college three states away. I was completely miserable, bored to tears, homesick, and felt that I had no direction because I couldn't figure out what I wanted to do with myself. Within a year I had dropped out, moved back home, and got married the next summer. Now, mind you, I don't regret my marriage (20 years this summer) nor my DDs; but I do, to this day, wonder how things would have turned out if I had been allowed to simply do what *I* wanted to do with my future.
I have three DDs with very different goals and aspirations. DD18 is very artistic and would like to earn a degree in graphics design. She and I joke about the whole "starving artist" thing, but it is a risk she is willing to take in order to fulfill her dream. More power to her.
DD12 likes to think she is good at everything (bit of an ego problem LOL). She is convinced that she is going to sing on Broadway
and be a professional basketball player in the WNBA. I have tried to explain to her that, since most of the women in our family tend to top out at about 5'6", basketball may be a bit of a long-shot. I definitely encourage her to follow her dreams in choir and theater though. If nothing else, there is a wonderful company right down the road called
Missoula Children's Theater (they may have come to your town and worked with your children, they travel nationwide). DD has done residency weeks with them for 3 years now, and was recently invited to their invite-only summer camp for this upcoming summer. Who knows, maybe she'll find herself on their staff, traveling the country, working in theater? Her choice, her dream.
DD9 hasn't got a clue what she wants to do yet, and that's fine, she's only 9, she'll figure it out one day.
I take a very hands-off approach with my kids and their future careers. I always tell them "I don't care what you do, just do SOMETHING and make sure it makes you happy." Don't be me, looking back 23 years to that "what if" and wishing I had just gone for it. Don't be me, with a crappy retail career at age 40.