I know I’m supposed to stay out of it.  I’m supposed to let my children live their own lives and come back to me when they need me.  I hate that principal; why should it be at their discretion?  Don’t I have rights in this relationship?  I gave birth to all of them.  I raised them.  God knows I loved them, even when they were little hellions.  Now my youngest son, the most promising of all of them, is working as one of those inbound consultants.  He wanted to be a guitar player, a musician, an artist of some sort.  He has that kind of soul, you know?  He is very artistic.  Inside sales outsourcing is not artistic, but it’s good, honest work and pays the bills. I told him that I didn’t want it to be about money, sacrificing his dream for cash, but offering to help support him didn’t go over very well and I don’t want him to quit a good decent job.  I just don’t want him to lose focus of his dram entirely.  He should still play guitar on the side at least.  Marcie’s daughter started as a call center consultant ten years ago, and she’s still there.  She wanted to be a doctor, for goodness sake.  I don’t want to see him give up his dreams for security.  He can do anything he wants!  I’m fifty five, and I’m blogging.  Surely, that’s an indication that the impossible is truly possible.

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