When I Grow Up

“I Love My Life”….the popular reggae song played from the boom box connected to my iPad as the group of about eighty, 5th and 6th grade boys swayed to the positive lyrics.  Then, their excitement and anticipation grew as I selected a few of them to show their dancing skills in front of the class.  Each of the four boys showed off their popping, breaking and other popular dance moves as their classmates cheered them on.

As the momentum continued to build, the students eagerly shouted responses to my rallying call.  “CW Sawyer Eagles can you hear me?”  “Yes Sir!” they screamed.   With the room divided into two halves, each tried to top the other.  They seemed as excited about the music and entertainment as the permission to shout as loudly as they wanted.  We laughed, clapped our hands and talked for about 40 minutes.  But what stood out most to me was our discussion about what they wanted to be when they grow up.  Mick wants to be a dancer, Roland a Royal Bahamas Defense Force officer, Wisley a carpenter and Teko, an FBI agent.  Joranden wants to be an astronaut, Shaquille an NBA star and Daron a truck driver.  For others, they want to be a singer, doctor, artist, scientist, fisherman, track star, musician, UFC fighter, teacher, zoo keeper, pilot and even a spy.  Phil Stubbs’ popular Bahamian song, Persevere reinforced the importance of what they had to say.  It took longer than I had expected but gladly I listened as every one of the young men got to express his dream for adulthood.

What about you? What would you like to be when you “grow up”?  Some of us are barely past our teens.  That’s the Justin Bieber, Bodine and TI’s of today.  Others of us have been around long enough to know who John F. Kennedy, R.M. Bailey and Bruce Lee are.  Wherever you are on the time line, the truth is your time won’t last forever.  Carpe diem, “seize the day.”  What you do matters.

KJW

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