- My parents told me to study something that would pay enough to support myself.
- No one asked me to choose a job that I could not live without.
- I appreciate the advice they gave me, but I want to encourage my children to follow their emotions.
Recently, 13 -year -old told me that he wanted to be a screenwriter and a TV director. When he was younger, he enjoyed the idea of becoming a doctor like his father or specializing in financing and working with stocks.
“Those ideas looked great for a short time, but I couldn’t stop thinking about this,” he said while flashing in his eyes. He used to mention this and went out for some time, but after watching the “office” – a favorite show to me and my husband, reluctantly allowed him despite the raw humor – he was sure that this was what was supposed to do.
And who told him that he could not do that?
I give my children a different professional advice from what I got
While we talked about his aspirations, he asked, “Do you think I have what it takes?” Suddenly, I heard the voices of every adult of my childhood: “Writing is a hobby, not a profession. The bills will not pay.”
I told him that he was very creative and believed he had what he required. This was the truth. But there was more than my answer more than just persuading him to put all his efforts in this dream.
When it’s time for me to apply to college, my parents gave me advice: Choose a profession that pays enough to support yourself and one will always have vacancies in jobs.
There were constructive instructions – and I will provide this wisdom for my children – but perhaps they missed one small details.
At that time, I knew that the English and science were the two the two themes that I was interested in. I also enjoyed working with children, and the idea of working in the school attracted me. Therefore, when my mother suggested the speech language diseases as a potential profession, it seemed to be completely appropriate. There was an increase in jobs for speech scientists (SLPS) in 2001, when the college started and registered in the course that presented the specialization.
I liked writing, but no one told me, “Choose the job that you can’t live without.” Which – which The advice I did not get. Thus, I left the writing eliminating my childhood dust.
I had to parents while living with a chronic disease
After obtaining a master’s degree, I worked in this field as SLP in an elementary school for a few years until my son was born. It was not difficult to say goodbye to the full loading cases and endless papers, but I finally missed the feeling as a professional.
Instead of khaki and blouse, I wore pajamas or leggings on a good day. I was my mother -A woman looking for a diagnosis that was finally discovered was multiple sclerosis-and life was now full of many priorities, both wonderful priorities, and the disappearances of diseases.
I intended to return to work when my younger son was in a whole day school, but between motherhood and living with chronic illness, my inner creative won.
I started writing again
I started slowly. Initially, I simply wanted to communicate with others who were also living with an unbalanced disease. When I finally received my diagnostic, I was hoping to be a defender of those who remained without diagnosis in addition to the MS community, so I continued to write with these goals in mind. However, later, with the expansion of my publications, I wanted to watch – to write about paternity and motherhood, and the policy that affected my family’s life, and what I thought about in the last episode of my favorite TV show. I wanted to write everything.
Without a certificate in the press, I had a lot of homework to do it. I joined the writer’s groups on social media and read about how to send the editors’ stadiums. Over time, I used to silence the radio and reject the editors. I can eventually be able to search behind the scenes in the door. But it was not easy.
On a whip, I sent an email to an editor in a post, you aspire to see my name. Like any enthusiastic facility with a goal, I sent an article on an article I was working on. It was rejected. Everything on the same day.
Five years later, my first article fell in this post. Often, I wonder how I found success in making something that makes it few.
I am grateful because I have a degree to decline if necessary
My parents gave me good advice before leaving the college. I do not break the bank as an independent writer. But because of their guidance, I have a degree to return to it if I need it, and I will never feel sorry for this safety network.
I think there is something to transfer to children more than choosing a profession based only on salaries and job availability. Like any father, I want my children to live comfortably and with career security, but I also want them to follow the profession that they cannot live without – because this is what life revolves around. If my children’s eyes shine when they talk about a low -successful profession, I will urge them to follow their dreams through an alternative plan.
I am honest with my son about the success of a few scenario authors, but I also advise him to follow what he cannot live without him because I want him to wake up every day with what he seems to love what you do. The existence of a plan B is the key.
“hobby He can Be a profession. With these words, I gave my son hope that I had never received it.
