Although I was a rebellious youth once in my own right, it wasn’t until having a son of my own that I realized how hard intergenerational communication can be. My old man had specific ideas about what was best for me; he wanted me to continue in the family trade as a welder. I had other plans, of course, and we resolved over time that I would be going to college to study medicine.
My son is barely 12 years old and he’s dead set on becoming a musician. Normally I would dismiss the idea as a flight of fancy – just a pipe dream like that of so many other children. But then he told me about how he doesn’t care about the fame or the fortune. He’s in it for the pure joy of playing the childrens guitar. It surprised me that he had already thought about becoming a studio musician or just touring around the country with friends. Although he might change his mind about his future career, his arguments are fairly convincing.