“Titus is going to be a boxer, Trystan is going to hunt chickens and deer, and I’m going to sell Mario Bros. stuff,” my seven-year-old son Rowan announces at dinner one night.
“Wow,” I laugh, “you and your friends sure have made some eclectic career choices.”
“What about being a veterinarian?” I remind Rowan. “I thought you wanted to take care of animals when you grow up?”
“Nope,” he says, shaking his head. “I changed my mind. I want to run a Mario store now.”
A Mario store? I picture a hole-in-the-wall shop squeezed into a run-down strip mall; torn, sun-bleached posters of Mario characters scotch-taped to plate-glass windows.
…I’m writing about passion and career choices over at The High Calling today. Meet you over there?
Photo by David Lea. Used with permission.