When I grow up...

Most mornings, I have the wonderful opportunity to spend a few minutes of quiet/conversational time with the elusive teen. I only speak if he does. Usually he is busy eating breakfast and mulling over stuff in his head. Once in a while, he pauses and says "Oh! Hi ma!" There are mornings I get news about nonsense and then, there are mornings he shares his frustrations about his life and then, there are those rare mornings when he seeks advice!

This morning, he wanted to know if he should start a blog. I was like you came to the right person kid! But then I couldn't say it out loud. So, I had to totally dumb it down. I thought the best way to deal with the situation is to ask relevant questions. Obviously, the most relevant is a simple "Why?”.

Turns out he wants to make some money on the side. Blogs apparently have this "ad sense" feature or something that allows a blogger to make money depending on traffic. The teen was actually more informed than I was!

What's with my boys?! The younger one wants to be rich and famous. The older one is quite content with just being rich; he doesn't care about fame. I don't quite get it; however, an aspiration for money is not a bad goal for the boys to have. There is fundamentally nothing wrong with it if they are willing to work toward it.

So, my sincere advice to the teen was to choose a topic he is passionate about. If he is not excited about it, he can't write or blog about it. Also, he must have the discipline to post something regularly - at least, once a week.

He looked at me like seriously?!

 

One day he will realize that there are no short cuts to making money. Most of us have to work hard. Some of us are born into it. Very few of us are lucky enough to get that break that changes things overnight...the rags to riches kind of success!

To continue on a relevant note, I got a question from the younger one yesterday morning, "What did you want to be when you were a kid mom?" I told him that I have always aspired to be a teacher and a writer. So, he asked me to write a book. Book about what?! I asked him. He simply said, "Your life." So, I asked him who would want to read about my life?! He said, "Who cares! Just write!" And then he proceeded to give me my first sentence..."My name is..."

I didn't seek advice and I got the best advice from a most unlikely source. And when I could provide advice, I feel like I got too technical and killed any desire my child had to do something exciting! I hope I am able to rectify that mistake soon and while I am it, I can maybe do some growing up!