Family / Parenting

My Children’s Future

Image 1“These are not socks,” Levi told me referring to the slipper socks he decided to wear on his head. He adopted some sort of indistinguishable accent that he delivered as theatrically as he could when he explained, “THIS is the hat I wear when I’m telling the FYOO-CHA!” I invited Levi to sit down and eat his breakfast while he was prophesizing.

Asher soon joined him at the kitchen table. “Levi told me my future already. I’m going to get married when I’m 20 to someone named Sasha and have two kids when I’m 21. Tell me, Levi. What will my kids’ names be?”

Levi took a bit of his toast and considered the question. “They will be George….. and DAVEY!” Asher laughed and questioned Levi’s authenticity as a future teller. Levi was adamant that he had, indeed, looked into Asher’s future and seen Sasha, George, and Davey quite clearly.

I asked him about his own future, but there was no mention of a spouse or children – only that he would be an inventor and occasional miner.

“Mining is bad for the environment,” Asher said without considering first that it was highly unlikely that his middle class, suburban, Jewish brother would become a miner. “I don’t think you can really tell the future.”

“I’ll prove it to you, Asher,” Levi said. “This morning, I predicted that it would rain, and when I look out the window, I now see that it is raining.” I had to admit that his prediction was spot on – much more accurate than most meteorologists. Asher rolled his eyes wondering how he ended up in such a family with a deluded brother and an enabling mother. “And what about Mom?”

Levi considered my face and said quite confidently, “Mom, you will be old and you will knit things like sweaters and blankets.”

“Well, I’m already old, but I don’t know how to knit, yet. I guess I’ll learn.”

“You’re not old, Mom,” Levi answered establishing him as my favorite child. “But when you are old, you’ll knit because that’s what old people do.” I made a mental note to incorporate positive examples and images of active, older people into our daily lives.

“What about Mommy?” I asked wondering if Gabriella would be knitting by my side well into our old age. “I can only see her future when I’m making eye contact,” Levi explained, which seemed logical to me.

And then we were on to other topics such as Hillary Clinton’s campaign announcement and the importance of bees. Behind the conversation, however, my mind drifted to thoughts of the future. So often I wish I could see what lies ahead. I’m not in any hurry to get to the end of the story, but I wouldn’t mind some assurance that everyone is going to be ok. Beyond hoping the boys enjoy long, healthy lives, I want to know that they’ll pursue paths that makes them happy and fulfilled. I want to know that they will surround themselves with people who lift them up and bring out their best. I want to know that the boys will always be in each other’s lives, that they’ll support each other even if they don’t entirely understand each other. And if I’m completely honest, I want to know that I might have done a thing or two right.

For now, I take comfort in knowing that George and Davey will be here soon enough, and I can knit them sweaters and blankets and spoil them silly. I’m not so sure about Sasha. I’m pretty sure I don’t like her already.

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4 Comments

  1. Sasha could be a boy’s name, too… 🙂 (diminutive form of the Russian version of Alexander.)

    • Deborah Goldstein says:

      ABSOLUTELY!! We have an adorable baby boy Sasha in our lives, as a matter of fact. I love the name BECAUSE it is just as much a boy’s name as a girl’s. I should have included the fact that Levi specified that his Sasha was a lady-Sasha and Asher’s future bride.

  2. Vikki Reich says:

    I know what you mean about finding in reassurance that everything turns out ok. Levi may need to tell me my future when I’m there next.

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