I had a posh lunch today with various VIP's from the grey world I work in. They were all male. They are all very wealthy since they they run businesses and they all had HUGE watches on!!
Each was totally dysfunctional in their own way. They sat and smiled, drank and joked while trying to cut everyone else down. One of the worst of them asked me if the kids would follow me into the corner office. I smiled and changed the subject.
What a ridiculous question. Do I want them to be a business person? Are you kidding me! My dreams for these little melons is happiness, not greed. They will inherit their dads creativity and his talents. I see them in homes that are warm and full of loving smiles. I see them adding to the world in meaningful ways, through music or teaching or thinking or giving or any way but please, not in the crap that I have to churn out! I hope they inherit my musical abilities, my humour and physical strength but NOT my business card.
My fellow lunch munchers have their kids in private schools, best universities and have the corner office already waiting for them. Imagine the shock when they asked me which school we intended to send them to and I replied P.S.116. They all looked so shocked. I laughed all afternoon.