You know how you say that you will remember the little jewels your children say when they are young and then years later they are forgotten? I was thinking about Dylan being in matric next year and the choices we need to make regarding universities etc. That's when I remembered two special conversation I had with Dylan. Dylan could not make up his mind what he wanted to do with his life when he left school.... I was actually becoming rather worried because he had to choose subjects in Grade 10 and had no clue what to take.
I was standing in the kitchen when he came up to me and leaning against the counter, said to me: "Mom, I want to become a missionary." What do you say to that? Wow. This is major. Your heart swells and your eyes tear up and you say something like: "Are you sure?" "Yes, mom. My friends and I have discussed this." "Your friends?" I say. Now I know Dylan's friends and not one of them is missionary material! "Yes, we've decided to become missionaries in Iran." "Iran?????" "Yes, Iran. They pay well." Now I started becoming a little concerned..... "But Dylan, missionaries don't get paid..... they work because its their passion." "No, they will supply the guns, and we will work for a few months and earn lots of dollars...."
"Dylan." I said "That's a mercenary!"
A few months later he came to me and stated that he has thought long and hard and has finally decided what he wants to do with his life..... He is going to become a psychopath! "Dylan, those are born, you don't need to study to become one!" He actually meant a psychologist... and that's what his aim is. A psychologist majoring in music therapy....
Why? Because he wants to help people. My strong silent one, with a passion for people and the need for a thesaurus.
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