One of the most important jobs of being a parent, I believe, is to be supportive. To allow your child to have his hopes and dreams. And to help him find a path to achieve these dreams.

I think most of you will agree.

Surely, I was encouraged by my parents to work hard and to be whatever I wanted. When I showed an interest in art, they gave me art lessons. When I wanted to dance, they gave me dance lessons.

Truth be told, that dance teacher did tell my parents to use their money in a more productive way after year one. It was harsh. Crushed me. But she was right. It’s not one of my strengths. Grace, that is.

But I digress.

I want to be an encouraging mom. I want to help my sons grow into wonderfully productive men who live full and happy lives. And I want them to reach their goals.

Except.

I was reading the elementary school yearbook when I saw that one of my charming boys was quoted as saying, “In the year 2028, I hope to be a dictator of Khazakstan.”

So what’s a mom to do?

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