Afterwards my thirteen year old, Bubba, decided that he was fascinated by the concepts of worm holes and bending time. He has always loved math and is an outside the box kind of thinker. Well, now he has decided that he wants to be a theoretical physicist. Ummm….when I was his age I was busy wondering if my earrings or jelly shoes matched my corduroy knickers. I think at that point I wanted to be a junior high English teacher or a mom. I don’t think I knew what “theoretical” or “physicist” even meant.
I’m excited for him. Really, I am. But I am a bad, bad mother. When he starts to talk with me about his “theories” I close my eyes and pretend to snore. I know, right, what is wrong with me!?! I should be supportive of him and look for classes that will help him develop his interest. But In my mind I just keep thinking, “Oh no, he is going to end up like Sheldon from the ‘Big Bang’ TV Series.” I’ll be honest, part of me is just wishing that he’ll go back to wanting to be a magician.