Before the army, my son never got into anything, so when he came back as an adult, I thought that now he would take care of his studies and find a normal job.
After a week at home, my son went to find out about going to university. I was very happy about that. I already had pictures of his future in my head. He had always done well in school and could have easily entered upon graduation. But this relaxation and uncertainty in his desires, did not give him the opportunity to start on time to study. But, as they say, there is always a will, and there are always opportunities. As a result, my son enrolled, as he said, in correspondence courses. And in the evenings he started going to a nightclub, where he worked as a bartender. I didn’t really like the job, but he said it was temporary and I put up with it.
About six months went by when, from talking to a friend, I found out the unpleasant news. She and I rarely see each other, but aptly. Every time we meet, we go to a cafe and chat there until late in the evening. So it happened this time. After we talked about everything, we got to talking about our grown-up children. She shared the successes of her daughter, who is still in school but has already found a part-time job in her profession. I, too, shared my son’s responsibilities. I told him that he is a part-time student and works as a bartender in a prestigious nightclub in the evenings. I can’t say that I am happy with his job, but it is what it is.
At my story about the work of a bartender, my friend reacted somehow embarrassed. I did not understand what it was and asked her what was wrong. She at first did not want to talk, but then she gave in. She showed me a poster on the website of the nightclub where my son worked. It had his picture on it. But not as a bartender, but as a stripper! It took me a few minutes and took my speech away. The ad was talking about a performance by a famous dancer whose ticket to see him perform, cost a decent amount of money. I did not know whether to rejoice or to cry. On the one hand there was a certain success for a child, but on the other – not the success I had dreamed of.
I came home as if beaten. In my head there was only one thought: “How do I go on living? How do you look people in the eye when your child dances naked in front of an audience?” After talking to my son about it, I realized that he was interested in the job and liked it. We had a little scuffle. I insulted my son by saying that he was disgracing our family. He couldn’t help it and said that it was his life and he had the right to lead it. That was the end of it. We went to our rooms with anger in our hearts at each other, and now he doesn’t want to communicate with me.
Maybe I am completely out of touch with life and do not understand something? After all, there are many different professions, but why this one?
