Growing up, I felt like I heard the word “no” an awful lot. Other phrases I heard were: “That’s not practical”, “It’s just a hobby”, “It’ll never amount to much”, “Do as I say, not as I do”, and “That’s not a real job."
Yet somehow I’m still dreaming, writing, and doing all the things that bring me joy. As a parent I do find that one has to say "no” more than one would like, but I’m also making it a point not to tell my son that he can’t do something or that it will never mean anything to his future. I spent way too many years searching for all the things I’m supposed to do instead of doing what made me happy while I had the opportunities to do them.
I’ve never traveled anywhere, for example.
My son has some very specific likes: nature, insects, languages, music, reading, and boardgames. He’s a thinker, if you can’t tell. He’s adventurous, loves to explore the world around him, and wants to know about everything. In a word he’s PERFECTION. I have no pre-conceived notions of what he SHOULD be when he grows up, but I certainly have hopes of what he COULD be when he grows up. His options at this point are almost endless, but while I would hate for him to be gone all the time, I fully intend to support him and encourage him to see the world, meet its people, learn from its animals, and appreciate its power and beauty.
Dropped him off at his first day of school’s YMCA before school care program. He said “Mom, I love you, but there are Legos.” He is so handsome in his uniform and it sort of breaks my heart, but I can’t help to excited for him. He introduced himself to everyone without instruction or hesitation. I hate that I wasn’t the one to pick him up from the first day of school, but his step-mom told me he loved his first day, likes his teacher, and has a lot of friends whose names he can’t remember.