E is for Employment
Yes, not echolalia- I just wrote about that, and I’d hate to repeat myself. Employment has been on my mind lately. Now that the children are in school in the mornings, I have free time for the first time in four years. I’m weighing up the possibility of returning to work. Putting aside for a moment every other consideration of being a special needs parent, getting a job is not an easy business. Unlike other countries, there is no bilateral agreement between the US and South Africa in terms of work permits for family members of the diplomatic community. So I can’t go to work on the local economy. If I want to work, it has to be at the Consulate or the Embassy in Pretoria, which is a commute I’d rather not face. And then-z my husband cannot be my boss, or my supervisor’s boss, which means I can’t do the work I did before getting married. It doesn’t leave me with many options, so the issue is moot for the time being.
Once in a while, my mind wanders away from the safe territory of here and now, into the hostile land of the unforeseeable future. I have a momentary panic about my kids’ careers. Will they be employed? What will they do? It isn’t necessarily a bleak forecast. I wouldn’t want to be the one to tell Pudding or Cubby they couldn’t do whatever they’ve set their mind to. But what would that be?
Cubby, who has literally argued that night is day, would probably make an awesome lawyer, if we parents could stand the shame. But if you were to ask him? Right now he’d want to be a basketball player. Such a shame he wasn’t the exceptionally tall child in our family.
Speaking of Pudding, perhaps with her inherent fashion sense, she could put that height to use in the fashion industry. That girl is too hands-on though, and together with her arty streak, she’d probably be happier creating her own designs. Whatever field she happened to choose though, I’m certain she’d dominate.
I know really, that it is ridiculous to speculate so far ahead. Only a fool would assume that the tastes of preschoolers would never change.
Take me, for instance. Four year-old me wanted nothing more than to be an air hostess.* A job I would never have chosen once I reached adulthood. But as a child I imagined a future traveling around the world, nagging people to fasten their seatbelts, serving nut-free snacks all day, dishing up meals in special trays so the food doesn’t touch, and dealing with a whole lot of turbulence while wearing a sunny smile. Absolutely nothing like the way my life has turned out!
*Yeah, I know, steward or cabin crew, but little me was as stubborn as Pudding, so don’t argue.