Back in October 2010, I wrote a post related to Halloween.
At the time, I didn’t have the pleasure of having many of you as readers.
Thus, I saw it fitting to share it with you today.
I don’t know whether it’s the visual of the Son when he was five, or the fact that just this week he turned 21, but it still makes me chuckle.
I hope it has the same effect on you.
I’ll never forget the day the Son came home from kindergarten, paper in hand and said, “The teacher said you have to read this.”
I still remember what the note said: “Dear Parents, this Friday we will be celebrating “Career Day”. Please assist your child in preparing for a small presentation that will be titled, “When I grow up I want to be…”.
Being the diligent parent that I am, I immediately asked the Son, “Honey, what do you want to be when you grow up?”
Expecting to hear something along the lines of astronaut, scientist, football player or firefighter, I was completely aghast to hear him whisper, “A ninja.”
“A what?” I asked, even though I had clearly heard his response.
“Mom, I said I want to be a ninja, so leave me alone already.”
Ah, the joys of motherhood.
So like any controlling responsible mother, I set out to brainwash create awareness in my child regarding the importance of making a good career choice.
Fast forward four days, and my heart soared as the heir to my debt spoke into the microphone and said, “When I grow up I want to be a cardiothoracic surgeon.”
Forget the fact that he mispronounced “cardiothoracic” and it came out “cardiosaurus”.
I beamed with pride.
It’s now fourteen years later and the Son is coming down the stairs dressed in his Halloween “costume.”
“Mom, do you like my costume?”
I glance up to see him dressed in a pair of black jeans, black sneakers, and a black hoodie.
“Are you supposed to be an Italian widower?”
“Nope. Try again.”
“Johnny Cash come back from the grave?”
“Mom, get serious.”
“Zorro without his mask?”
At this point he ties a black scarf over his mouth, pulls his hood over his head, and whips out a sword.
I hold my breath and hear him say, “Mom, I’m a ninja.”
Lesson learned: You can steer your child in the direction you want him to go but in the end, he’s still going to be…a ninja.
Roxy and I want to wish you a Happy Halloween!