Thursday, January 30, 2014

He’s Going To Be Just Fine

It seems like adults are forever asking kids what they want to be when they grow up.  It sometimes strikes me as odd.  Are they really supposed to be thinking about that already?  Then again, I guess it’s just conversation.  I ask my son sometimes to just to see where is head is at these days.  For a while the answer was fire fighter, then police officer.  Then for a while it was guy who drives the little train at the zoo.

I admit that last one worried me at first.  What if he doesn’t have high aspirations?  He’s already 6 and in no time he’ll be 30 and have a house payment.  I kid, but it did get me thinking.  Would that really be so bad?  It’s an honest living.  It makes people happy.  You get to wear cool overalls and a kickass hat.  Then there’s the whistle.  Who doesn’t want a job with a whistle?

It got me thinking about the definition of success.  I don’t think it’s about the college he goes to or the prestige of his job.  I came up with this-I want him to be happy. I want him to contribute to society in a meaningful way, big or small.  I want him to make the world a better place.

Today I knew he would be successful.

Today Hudson gave every cent he has saved since birth to the Penny Drive at school.  He gave every cent to help some kids at his school go to the Special Olympics this spring.  Just because he wanted to.

I worried at first he wanted to do this because the classroom that raises the most money wins a party.  I want him to give, but I want him to give for the right reasons.  I told him that I didn’t mind him giving it all away, but he shouldn’t do it if it was just to win something.  I reminded him that he might give everything away and still not win the party.  Would he be ok with that?

He cut me off in the middle of my speech to say, “Momma, stop talking about this please.  I want to do it.  I don’t care about the party.  I don’t care if we win.  I want to give my money.”

I stopped talking.  He took a Ziplock bag up to his room, opened his piggy bank and took all the money out.   He put it in the bag and brought it down.

“Can you put this in my backpack?”

I wondered if he would change his mind in the morning.  He didn’t.

“Did you pack my money?”  He was beamed at how heavy his backpack was.  I told him I was proud of him and he shyly looked away.

Although I wanted to, I didn’t take his picture with his bag of change because he’s extremely shy and doesn’t like his picture taken.  I couldn’t talk about it too much because he doesn’t like that either and asked me to stop.  But as he carried his heavy backpack down the hall to class I saw him smile.

He was happy.  He helped make the world a better place.  He was the very definition of a success.

I couldn’t be prouder.



2 comments:

  1. Wow! You are doing something right...!

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  2. I love this. What a cutie and a precious heart. Now, make sure he knows where your voting location is when he turns 18. :)

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