“My brother should be a pig farmer!” announced my youngest son the other day.
We are going through the mild torture of helping my 16 year old decide what he wants to do with his future. He is a bright boy and expected to do well in his exams although of course his recent time off ill has held him back. He is also more of a talker than a writer so is not keen on doing A-Levels. I guess I always thought he would so as ever, parenting has hit me with a bit of curveball.
We sat down with him and did some tests from the National Careers Service website. It came out that he would do well in advertising, retail or hospitality. I had already thought of these as potential options that would suit him. I was particularly pleased to see that he had no interest in going into charity work or public service. You would have had to have had the experiences of myself and my husband to understand that. Yes, you get the feel good factor but it don’t exactly offer job or life security.
I felt really proud of my teen for taking time to focus on his future instead of his X Box. I went to bed feeling much happier that it will all work out OK in the end.
Cue my youngest son turning up the next morning saying he could help.
“My brother should be a pig farmer. His room is like a pig sty. He likes rolling around like a pig in muck. So I would put in in disguise as a pig in a field with pigs and then when he fancies bacon butties he can jump up and kill a pig”
It made me smile. Many years ago I had a liaison with a pig farmer but that is another story altogether and best kept for another time.