BR is one of those types. While he’s 11 and is sure to undergo many changes (He hasn’t even noticed girls let along had his heart broken), BR has his mind set in terms of a profession
He wants to be a statistician.
And it makes complete sense. BR has two passions baseball and numbers. His hero is baseball statistical guru Bill James. He studies baseball numbers – ALL THE TIME. He practically danced in the library when he pulled the New Bill James Historical Baseball Abstract – 1000 pages of baseball numbers. By the way, he wanted to write about Bill James’ birthdate for his important day in history project.
Anyway, I see BR working in the analytics department for some MLB team. I could also see him in a behind the scenes type role on ESPN or other sports related network. He’d give the hosts numbers that they would use on the show/program/game. Pure professional satisfaction.
SJ will be 9 next month. And he doesn’t know what he wants to do the rest of his life. Come on kid – get some direction. Slacker!
He does know that he wants to make money – lots of money. Of course, at this point he has no concept of what a lot of money is –“Wait, you both make more than 200 a year?” Call us Rockefeller!
The other day SJ and I were hanging out, and he asked me, “What professions make a lot of money?” I mentioned a few (I also made sure to add that you can make a lot of money in any job, especially if you are following your passion and working hard).” SJ considered the list. Ultimately, he asked about LEGO Minifigures – his passion. He wasn’t pleased when I told him selling his LEGO Minifigures would probably not bring him great wealth.
Recently SJ lost two teeth. While he’s past believing in the tooth fairy, he still likes getting money for his teeth.
This time, SJ left a note for the tooth fairy – a request if you will. Well, at least he said please.
Oh, who am I kidding? This note was straight out of Woody Allen’s, Take the Money and Run. Yup, I think I might be raising a bank robber. And just like the protagonist in Allen’s movie, Virgil Starkwell, SJ’s writing might confound bank tellers. However, I have to say it is one of his neater works, and I wish he would try that hard on his homework. Anyway, the note certainly confounded me when I first found it and then left me laughing till my sides hurt.
“But please, please,” I pray “Don’t let my boy grow up to be a bank robber.”
I guess SJ didn’t come out of the womb knowing what he wanted to do in life.