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Living the dream!
Actually, Javi has a full plan and six back-up plans. The main career goal? Playing in the NFL, of course.
When visiting my sister in the hospital this weekend, he and I had lots of one-on-one time in the car and walking back and forth to the parking deck. He chose to fill it -- all of it -- with reminders of his inevitable success.
Javi: One day you're going to like watching football.
Me: No I won't.
J: Oh yes you will.
Me: Seriously. I have no interest, and haven't had any interest in 35 years.
J: You'll love it when I'm playing. You won't be able to stop yourself.
He had me on that one. Both his charming belief in himself and how he smiled and winked when he said the words. I started liking it just a tad right then.
But then later it was pouring rain and I didn't want him to walk with me to the car. I wanted to leave him in the hospital lobby, thus avoiding his meltdown when he got wet and had to be uncomfortable for the ride home. But he's impulsive and immature. He'd be ripe for the picking for any pedophile (yes, I watch a lot of Criminal Minds).
And so I had a fast and furious talk with him to ensure he'd still be where I left him after parking the car and sprinting back in the downpour.
Me: You sit in that chair and you don't get up. Not for anyone. I don't care if the person is wearing scrubs or if someone says "Your Mom said to come with me" or the person looks like a police officer. You don't move, do you understand?
J: Yes. (Said in a bored voice)
Me: Even if it's a kid who looks super cool and says he has something really awesome to show you and you should just go with him for a minute and your mom will never know. You don't go. If it's that cool, just wait a few minutes cause I'll be there as quickly as I can and we'll look at it together. Okay?
J: Yes. (Said in an exasperated voice)
Me: Are you listening? Because someone could try to take you. And if they take you, something terrible could happen to you.
J: Don't worry, mom. If I let someone kidnap me or kill me, I won't get to have my NFL career. I don't want to miss that! My NFL career is gonna be awesome, especially with me being as awesome as I am.
What do you even say to that? May his words be a mantra that gets him where he wants to be. (I don't know where his sense of self came from, but I wish I could bottle it.)
Oh, and his black-up plans? If the NFL doesn't pan out (like it won't?!), he's okay with being an MBA player (see: self-esteem, above), an architect, an engineer, a writer, an art teacher, or a chocolatier.
Big dreams, this one.
What dreams have your kiddos voiced lately?