I attended the HR MENA Tech recently and one of the topics discussed was the new generation careers. The skills to be developed now for careers that are not yet available today. Upskilling older generations so we won't be left behind. I thought the whole conference was talking to me.
I'm the old generation, my children are the generation I have to prepare for careers I have no clue about. Until my oldest boy finally opened up on what he wants to do for a living.
Our eldest is nearing University phase and so after months of going back and forth discussing what he really wants to pursue as a career, he dropped the bomb on me.
Apparently, he's been thinking about it long and hard but just couldn't bring himself to tell me. He thought I wouldn't understand.
Well he ain't wrong! I'm still trying to get over the shock.
In random order, his choices are:
There was no "I want to be a fireman mommy" or a doctor, a lawyer, an engineer, an accountant, an entrepreneur. He might as well have told me I want to be a Youtuber or a circus clown. They all sound about the same to me, of course other than Weapons Engineering which I think is an interesting choice, pretty out there but what do I know?
With all the games about firearms, firefighting and war, they know more about these stuff than what I'll ever know in my lifetime.
So given his choices above, I have to be open and be supportive of the life he is essentially choosing. In as much as I wish he goes through the conventional and safe route, I cannot impose on him. I cannot imagine how his life will be if he ends up working day in and day out doing something he doesn't enjoy, even worst, hates.
At the same time, it's not easy for an oldie like me. Just visualising a gathering where someone will ask him "which degree did you say you have again?" and hearing Alex say "Bachelor's in eSports", it still gives me the heebie jeebies. I am working hard though, trying to get over the unheardness-ness of it.
I mean, I checked one of the best Uni in UK when it comes to the gaming world and even them, this is the first year they have offered the degree. I mean if it's been on for like 5 or so years, I'd probably be more at ease.
But my husband, the ever progressive thinker that he is told me matter-of-factly... "well don't dismiss it so quickly. At one point, Computer Engineering did not exist".
Enough said, that was his degree and at that time, there were a lot of skeptics about it and at one point considered a pseudo engineering let alone a thing worthy of a degree.
So yes, I'll swallow my skepticism and embrace optimism. At least, Alex knows what he wants to do. I didn't know what my passion was until I was on my 2nd year in University. I had to re-direct and re-plan my life when I realised what I will enjoy as a career. I am still thankful for that until now.
To alleviate my anxiety, I'm helping him read up on course prospectus. That is the only way I'll feel confident that indeed, it is a career. Hopefully I can still guide him with the choice he'll end up taking.
So far, I am a little bit convinced with Game Design and eSports. Not a 100% but getting there. Weapons Engineering might not be an option on a Bachelor's level (phew!) but hey, we're still exploring all possibilities. He is yet to find a Uni that speaks to him about the rest of his choices.
Until then, I prolly need a brown bag to breathe through when anxiety attacks.
-very anxious mother-
Powerful creatures. Invincible. Always present. Always lurking about.
It waits for the perfect timing equal to your worst.
Brittle moments celebrated like gold.
Drowning in murky muddy weight with useless branches on sight.
Sneering, it raptures in delight,
To the fact that you are your own person.
The truth beyond all truths.
The useless branch.
Energy, vision, all impaired
How to reach for it?
Why even reach for it?
It's always bright and sunny out there
While the storm brews within
You work hard to keep them windows clean
Keep the shades up for the golden rays
You keep hope, tomorrow is another day
Blithe disregard for the dark is possible
Or that one day, Mr Sun will burn the house down
The shadows will then have no home
For now, you sit by the window
Smudging the pane with your face
Bearing the burnt skin
A better alternative to the vultures
Doubts casting aloft
We used to flip through the pages of glossy magazines or colourful webpages, drool and gawk at gorgeous places we only dreamed of seeing. We used to daydream over the idea of food we might never get to taste. Wondered how each destination feels.