Don’t worry about your child’s future

Don’t worry about your child’s future

We gave up on him becoming a rocket scientist when at age 3 we’d count 54321 Blastoff and he’d happily say 54321 Blartoff every time.

We gave up on him becoming a vet when at 4 he became more interested in being a dog

We thought he might become a policeman at 8 when he very effectively made a much bigger boy pick up the shards of a bottle he’d just thrown where we were about to picnic. “You have to do it.” “Yeah, who’s gonna make me” “You just have to do it” Handing the boy a plastic bag and looking meaningfully across at us.

We thought he might become a fisherman when at ten he speared mullet from the dock and sold them to passing Gibraltarians.

We gave up on him becoming a musician. “How can you be a musician dear, without a repertoire?” And look where that led us.

And we definitely gave up on Him ever earning any money when he said he wanted to study music at Uni.

So we never imagined for one moment that he would end up

being paid squillions  - well, an enormous salary, - actually not that crash hot for what he does. A pittance really.

As a computer programmer.

The ideal occupation for sailing away for a year and a day to the land where the bong tree grows.

Hmmm. I shouldn’t mention the bong phase, we never aspired to a dealership for him and thank goodness nor did he.

It’s been quite a journey for us watching this lovable scruffy kid become a lovable scruffy computer virus hunter with interesting future in view (Across the water).

We worried too much about His future for him.

We should have known that he’d work it out fine himself.