It’s Wednesday afternoon and I walk my eight years old daughter to a dancing club. We arrive twenty minutes early so we go to visit the canteen, which has been there since my childhood and it seems like nothing has changed there for the last 20 years.
Even the yellow lemonades in the glass bottles are still there in the same place. As we are waiting to pay, Vitoria asks me,” Mum, I am thinking what if I wasn’t to become either a dolphin trainer or a vet”.
It surprised me for a while. She wanted to become a dolphin trainer since she was five when she saw a live dolphin show for the first time.
Growing up the well-known friend “Common sense” started to attack her childhood dreams; so about one year ago she turned up and said she needed to become a vet first in order to be able to train dolphins. I am not very sure whether our recent veterinary ambulance visit supported this decision. :D
She continues,” I am thinking of becoming a teacher”. It doesn’t surprise me. When I was about the same age I thought of becoming a teacher for a short period of time as well.
I thought it was great because you have two months of holiday in the summer and you go home at the same time as kids about 1-2 p.m. every day. At the beginning of 90’s, it seemed like the best way to get at least a little bit of freedom. Luckily the times have changed….
Before I manage to open my mouth and react, the shopping assistant in the cantine is quicker than I and tells my daughter, while giving us our snack, “Become a teacher, it’s much more secure employment; you will always get a job and you are guaranteed regular money.”
I stay stunned thinking how to react… Victoria alternately looks at me and the woman and waits for me to say something because she senses I have a different opinion. The shop assistant leaves to make herself a cup of coffee smiling and nodding what a good advice she gave my daughter….
We sit down to eat a snack before her ballet class. Even though my every single word sharply resonates in the silence of the large school corridor, I can’t help but say it,
“Vicky, chose a job you will enjoy, which will make you happy and give you the freedom to live a life you desire. So you don’t have to get up every day, go somewhere to work. Find something that will allow you to enjoy your life.”
A woman by the next table shaking her head in disagreement fixed her eyes to the table. I know, it’s not exactly the typical advice that a mother gives to an eight years old child. But it’s an advice of a successful and rich mom living the life of her dreams to her daughter, who hopefully chooses a path that will make her happy one day.