For some reason, perhaps because I just finished reading "The Last Lecture" or because I'm doing so much midlife introspection, I have been thinking about the things The Boy used to say when he was young. There were really cute things and some not so cute things.
A big one for him was, "Boys don't have to match." This was in response to his sister's accusation that he was breaking all the fashion rules. I think she screamed something like, "Mooooom! The Boy's wearing a red tank top and blue booty shorts!" After I came to the rescue for my young Stacy London, I said, "Son, your clothes don't match," to which he replied the now famous Boy-ism.
One thing that got him into trouble was when he told his sister that she couldn't do the same things as he because she was a girl. Big problem with that one. I told him never to say, "You can't do that because you're a girl," or else he'd never get anywhere in this world (certainly not with me!). He listened.
We were filming a home movie on a hill that overlooked Puget Sound one summer afternoon. The kids were playing, and we were talking about how much we would love to buy one of the home lots up there. I decided to try to interject something for posterity into that video. I asked my daughter what she wanted to be, to which she replied, "A paleontologist!" She was 9. I turned to The Boy and asked the same question (he was 6). "I want to be a butterfly catcher," he said as he chased little white butterflies around in the tall grass. It was a great reminder for me to not try to plan too far ahead.
A couple of years later, though, he began to mull over what he might want to be, his profession. I don't remember the exact day or moment when he said this, but I'll never forget him saying, "When I grow up, I want to be a popular mechanic." I guess what he perceived the magazine, Popular Mechanics, to be about was mechanics (people) who were popular. Not the standard interpretation, but we enjoyed his version. From that day forward, he decided he would be that. Eventually it changed into engineering, but he still had his sights set on his dream.
Now he is enrolled in the mechanical engineering program (double major in math) at U of MD. He has many, many friends of all ages, races, nationalities, and temperament. I guess, after all, he became a popular mechanic.
Gotta love that boy and his wonderful Asperger's mind.
Peace - D