mini me

I doubt I’m alone when I say that ever since I was a kid, my parents have ‘predicted’ what I ‘would be when I grow up’. I’m not too sure how much of this becomes self-fulfilling prophecy, and how much it’s actually just keen observation. Take for example those of you who are doctors (or on your merry way).  You may well have had parents who nudged you in that direction, or you may have genuinely just wanted to take that innocent childhood game of doctor and turn it into an 8 year endeavor to make the big bucks.

When I was a wee one, my parents started telling me I was destined to be in sales.  I guess I gave it away when I’d gear up in a suit with a homemade presentation of poster boards on an easel (this was pre power point era) to persuasively demonstrate why I should get my ears pierced or get a cat (and we all know how the latter turned out).  What I didn’t understand at the time was what that meant.  I always had this image of a ‘salesperson’ as the guy or girl at the Gap folding things while annoying people came behind them and messed up their neat piles.

Regardless of what I thought it meant to be in sales, turns out they were correct.  As I think back to my childhood, it wasn’t just in the school fundraisers where I’d kick some tail both on my behalf and my twin’s (I was forced to go door to door and switch off from my order form to his because he was too shy), but even in how I ran the playground, ‘selling’ my way through verbal persuasion to get the King spot in 4-square or to be the kickball team captain.  This trend kept sprouting up like in college when I was pressured into being rush chair for my sorority, and during it realized I was basically assigned the job of selling 50+ spots in our sorority to the hundreds of girls who came through our house.  It was during this time, in particular, when I realized how natural and fun it wasand as much as it pains me to admit it…how right my parents were.

So, that still leaves me with the question (somewhat akin to the ‘which came first’ riddle), was this my natural predisposition, was it somehow engineered by my parents cajoling, or was it a combination?  Take a look at your own path.  Did you show clear signs as a mini-you that would lead you to where you are today?  Wouldn’t it be fun to be able to look back at your childhood and see adorable innocent you, in those formative years?  Too bad reality shows weren’t popular back then.  I bet I could have been on the Apprentice Jr with my easel and poster boards!

2 Comments

  1. Well said Backer. Thanks for your input. I would imagine that even though your mom is currently displeased, that when the ‘chapters’ progress and find your own definition of success, your mom will be even more proud.

  2. ever hear the joke about the two jewish grandmothers talking their grandkids around the park in their strollers?

    Well they run into each other in the park, stop and chat for a few minutes and then one grandmother points to the stroller containing her 1 year old grandson and says “Have you met my son the doctor?”

    Narratives parents create for children are both essential and inescapable, no matter how much teenagers rebel. Though hopefully at some point the kids grow up and starting writing their own chapters instead of just trying to finish their parent’s story – which i think would lead to a lot of frustration with a perception of not living up to their expections…

    but what do i know? im a drop out from a phd program in lit…my mom is so pissed about that

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