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What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?
Photo by Dave Delaney. All Rights Reserved.

Photo by Dave Delaney. All Rights Reserved.

My kids are nine and ten years old. For the last several years, I have been recording them on the morning of their birthdays. Each birthday, I use the voice recorder app on my iPhone, to ask the birthday boy or girl one simple question. 

What do you want to be when you grow up?

I have been fascinated with this question since I began to pause and reflect upon my own career, throughout my adulthood. I find the answer to what we truly want to do for a living can often be found in the things we most enjoyed as children. 

When my brother, Mike, was about eight, I performed magic and comedy for his friends at his birthday party. I was probably eleven years old. I was a class clown. I loved making my friends laugh, but the ultimate win was cracking up a teacher. I remember Ms. Hickey once laughing hysterically as she turned to the chalkboard to hide her laughter from the class. She couldn't reveal that I had her busting her gut. 

Years later, I would study improv comedy at Second City. I even had my own improv comedy troupe when I lived in Ireland. Improv is something I've been itching to do again. In fact, I'm (finally) going out this Saturday to see an improv show in Nashville. It only took me eight years living here to finally do this.

I loved creative writing in school. I used to write short stories, poetry, and I wrote in journals religiously. As I got older, the journalling stopped. It's something I have started doing again recently. Of course, I have this blog to share my thoughts with you. I also write on the Futureforth blog, Tennessean newspaper, and in my personal email newsletter (you are subscribed, right?). 

I loved drama class in school too. My earliest memory of performing on stage was doing Little Red Riding Hood in Grade 3. I had been demoted from my role of the lumberjack hero because I had goofed off one too many times in class. Instead, I was re-cast as a tree. I was more of a prop than I was an actor. My direction was to simply tilt my body horizontally as if to collapse slightly as the replacement lumberjack swung his axe into me. From there he would hear Little Red Riding Hood’s desperate yells for help and run to her rescue. 

My parents sank in their seats and my teacher's face became raging red with anger. 

When the lumberjack scene arrived. I stood erect with my arms spread out like a great oak tree. My parents and the audience probably noted my stylish wardrobe of a green turtleneck, dark brown corduroy pants, and trendy Buster Brown shoes. The lumberjack swung his axe into my side, but instead of following my direction, I had a better idea. I slowly fell forward with my face nearly smashing against the stage floor. I fell like a real oak tree wood, “Timber!”.  The audience roared in applause and laughter as my parents sank in their seats and my teacher's face became raging red with anger. 

I love making people laugh. I love being on stage in front of an audience. I know this is why I became a speaker. I always leave the audience informed, but make sure they laugh during my presentations too. There is nothing worse than a dry, boring speaker. 

Recording what Ella and Sam want to be when they grow up is an exercise for their own reflection as they get older. The recordings are private. I have no intention of sharing them with the world. I just want them to realize that as kids, they already have wonderful ideas on what they will be when they grow up. I want them to stay in tune with these ideas as they grow. I don’t want the system to distract them from following their true passions. Sir Ken Robinson has an excellent book called The Element. Robinson wrote, “The Element is about discovering your self, and you can’t do this if you’re trapped in a compulsion to confirm. You can’t be yourself in a swarm.” 

What did you want to be when you grew up?

I bet your favorite duties in your job stem from your childhood passions. Maybe you are lucky enough to do what you have always dreamed of doing. Or maybe you are stuck in a job that has nothing to do with the true you. Take some time to jot down what you wanted to be as a kid. Add the things you enjoyed most as a child. Now ask yourself how you can begin to weave these interests and passions into your work. 

A Star Wars Public Service Announcement

If you have been sleeping under a rock, you might have missed the big news. Star Wars: The Force Awakens opens Thursday. I read today that fans are already lining up at the Chinese Theater on Hollywood Boulevard in Los Angeles. Now that's dedication. 

I have mixed emotions when it comes to Star Wars. It was 1980, my brother and I sat in the back of my dad's car. We were on our way to the opening screening of The Empire Strikes Back. It was a huge deal for any young boy at the time. 

I remember the rain in the late afternoon. Mike and I happily bounced in the back of the car, as Blondie was singing, "Call me" on the radio. I expect Mike was as excited as I was, but I couldn't see his face through the thick smoke from my dad's cigarettes. 

We had arrived at a parking lot near the cinema. My dad parked the car and we hopped out. The smoke billowed from the car, like a scene from a Cheech and Chong movie. The three of us happily walked down the street towards the movie theatre. Mike and I were slicing and dicing ourselves with imaginary lightsabers. 

It had been three years since Star Wars had premiered in Toronto. We didn't see it in the theatre because we were too young at the time. Now we were big kids, I was eight and Mike was five.

My Dad was already 47. He wasn't a movie fan, nor was he interested in Darth Vader, Luke Skywalker, Princess Leia, or the rest of the ensemble. He was simply a divorced father who was trying to entertain his kids on one of his weekends. What better way than to take them to the opening of the most anticipated movie of the year? 

The hell with this!

As we approached the theatre the rain began to fall harder. The weather gods didn't hinder our spirit. Suddenly, the unthinkable happened. We stepped around the corner to discover a queue of people longer than the opening credits of Star Wars. Hundreds of people were there!

With our hands in tow with our father's, we stood frozen in horror. Mike and I innocently glared up to our dad, who abruptly exclaimed, "The hell with this!" 

Before we could object, our dad did an about-face and we returned to the parking lot. We sunk back into the rear seat of the car. We hadn't been gone long enough for all of the smoke to dissipate. My dad lit another cigarette, and we drove home in silence. 

The force was not in our favor that tragic day. 

Thirty-five years later, Star Wars: The Force Awakens is upon us. Much technological progress has occurred since the early days of Star Wars and The Empire Strikes Back. Animatronics and hand-crafted models have advanced to green screens and CGI. You don't have to rely on TV and newspapers for Star Wars news, you can get everything online. Most importantly, movie tickets can now be purchased in advance. 

The moral of this story? Don't be my dad. Get your tickets for The Force Awakens today.  

Are You Doing This For Your Children?

If you have ever played Dungeons and Dragons, you know how annoying the process is of creating a new character. You have to roll the dice countless times in order to determine the level of your player's characteristics. 

I used to play D&D all of the time when I was a kid. My first computer was a TRS-80, the one by Tandy from Radio Shack with the cassette tape recorder for a disk drive. I've never considered myself a programmer, but I know enough HTML and CSS to be dangerous (hardly). 

One day, a million years ago, I was flipping through PC Magazine and discovered a simple script in BASIC to randomly draw numbers. Bingo! I created a program my friends and I could use to help us generate new characters for D&D on the fly. We just fired up the program, entered the character's name, hit the return key, and presto. The new character would instantly print out from my tiny POS-style printer. We could get right back to playing. 

Now, a million years later, I encourage both of my kids to code. Code.org is a great starting point for all children. If you are a parent or you have kids in your life, you must check it out

Programming is a basic literacy in the digital age

Two years ago, I bought my kids a MakeyMakey. It's a wonderful piece of hardware that plugs into your USB port. You attach alligator clips to inanimate objects like Playdoh or bananas to create remotes. These remotes replace what the keyboard would otherwise do. Here's Sam playing his banana piano. 

Banana jamming #makeymakey

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Last Summer Sam attended a camp to learn Scratch, which is a free programming language from MIT designed for kids. They programmed their own Pong-style games and used MakeyMakey as the controllers. It was awesome. 

This year we will be getting a Raspberry Pi, which is a tiny, inexpensive computer that can be used to learn programming through cool, little projects. It's time to take my kid's coding skills to the next level. I can't wait to get geeky and to start playing with the device. Teaching them is bringing out the kid in me. 

Programming is a basic literacy in the digital age. Are you teaching your kids to code?