“Like what?” I asked, knowing exactly where this was going. I’m familiar with the song. The line-by-line lyrics change with each soloist, but the tune stays the same.
“I don’t know. Like massage therapy, for example.”
She, who’s so not masseuse material, pulled that one straight out of nowhere – that’s why I belly-laughed. I’d have an easier time with the visual if her handshake were firmer.
(I’ve also met and know a fair amount about her doting parents, who paid her way through school.)
It’s one thing to be an able-bodied, well-educated adult who hasn’t figured out your calling. It’s another to expect your parents to have figured it out for you.
Most involved parents do what they can to cultivate the interests and talents of their still-in-the-nest kids. But it’s not the parents’ job to pinpoint and stage-manage something as deeply personal as another human being’s passion. If a kid has been raised with enough self-awareness, confidence, and competence to hear and answer the calling whenever it comes, the fulfillment will follow.
The coolest intellectually and professionally fulfilled adults I’ve known fall into two categories: (1) they’re doing something their involved parent(s) originally tried steering them away from; or (2) they never had an involved parent and don’t allow that background to get in the way of their foreground.