I usually don't need to borrow humorist family exchanges from others, but this one relayed to me by the Mrs. seemed worth it.
In the story below, Dr. Jolly's ten-year-old son is afraid that a decision may disappoint his father, but that is not the case. As every supportive father should, the Dr. just wants his children to be happy.
DR. JOLLY'S SON: Dad, I don't want to play baseball this year.
DR. JOLLY: Why not son? You were hitting the ball well last year and having fun.
DR. JOLLY'S SON: I just don't like it. Sorry dad.
The son bows his head thinking he has disappointed dad who played baseball in college. Dad pats his son on the head to comfort him.
DR. JOLLY: Ahh, no worries son. Your mom and I do expect you to be involved. You'll need to pick another activity.
DR. JOLLY'S SON: Ok.
DR. JOLLY: How about scouts or soccer or something? .
DR. JOLLY'S SON: No, I don't think so.
DR. JOLLY: How about the school band? You could pick up an instrument now, and be ready for the marching band in a few years.
The son lifts his head, smiles, and stares out the car window.
DR. JOLLY'S SON: Yeah Dad! That is what I want to do. And I know what instrument I can learn to play for the marching band.
DR. JOLLY: Wonderful son, I am proud of you. What instrument?
DR. JOLLY'S SON: Dad, I want to play the ukulele.
The father lets out a playful chuckle, but quickly composes himself to address his son's dream.
DR. JOLLY: Now, I am not a musician, but I am certain that the marching band does not have a first and second chair ukulele player.
DR. JOLLY'S SON: I don't care. I am going to be a ukulele star.
And so it was.
Several weeks later Dr. Jolly's grade schooler sits with an instructor and three other ukulele players--the next youngest aspiring musician being twenty-five years old.
Perhaps he will become the first marching ukulele performer.
Thumbs-up to everyone who still has a dream.
Have a good weekend everyone.
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