My 14 year old son (cs) has taken to walking around the house asking what he should do with his life. He is coming to the conclusion that he doesn't want to play sports anymore, and therefore his dream of a professional career are going to have to fade away. He is having trouble with the void that is left. He knows he must go to college. I have never discussed anything but WHERE my kids will go to college, not if they will go. I think knowing this is comforting. He is struggling with what comes next. Now I realize that 14 is young to be having a mid-life crisis, but he is like me, and wants to know what the future holds.
My reaction is to be proud, and scared. I am proud that he is mature enough to know that what he does now will effect his future options. I am scared because he is a gentle and sensitive boy. He is truly having a mini crisis. Thankfully he loves to cook, especially to bake. He is actually quite good at it too. He cooks something for us every weekend. He made waffles a couple of weeks ago that were the best I have ever had! So in my mind I can see him in a white shirt with a big hat and flour all over the place! Of course, this is me making plans. He could decide to become a lawyer or teacher next week!
I am just happy that he has an activity he can enjoy (even if it means I will gain lots of weight).
To my CS I say enjoy your journey of discovery...take your time figuring out what you want from life.
About Me
- notes from the ordinary
- I am 46 years old. I am married to the great guy in the picture (wonderful husband - wh). I have an 18-year-old daughter (darling daughter -dd), and a 14-year-old son (charming son cs). My parents are alive, healthy, and still married after 47 years! My life is ordinary, but not really, I live in the most conservative county in Ca, and I am a liberal Democrat. I live in the OC, the land of botox, boob jobs, excess, huge houses, trophy wives etc. I am short, a bit chubby, and definitely have not had "work" done. I live in a small 51 year old house. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that the OC is also a land of White people, including the kind that don't like non-white people! I am 50% African! I don't know why in 1973 when there were only 5 other "Black" families my parents decided to move to the city of La Palma CA - OC! We literally knew all of the black people in our town of 15,000! I guess I'm not so ordinary...more on that later!
Oh, the 14's. My son too has had several of these conversations. The first hit when he had to have shoulder surgery and could no longer do Karate. His dreams of being on the wrestling team and the Coast Guard dashed. He is now toying with the idea of prosthetics. He volunteers at the VA and has seen how they can help people and are interesting to boot. College....Long Beach City and then Cal State Long Beach is the plan.
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