Occupational choice has given me the pleasure of being able to take my children to and from school. I treasure these times. Today was such a day.
My youngest son is in the 8th grade. I drop him off everyday to school with four females. I am sure later in his life he will appreciate this. Right now not so much.
Afterschool the girls are all very chatty. His escapism it to put on his headphones and tunes them out. Conversation turned to the fact the 8th grade students had career day. They were able to go and talk with people from different professions.
At this point my son decides to join in the conversation. No suprise to me Kendall picked a chef and canine patrol with local law enforcement. He seems to be equally interested in both. He asked if this would be possible.
Sure why not I tell him. We start talking about the different areas of law enforcement. SWAT and the canine unit would interest him. But more than that he would like to serve in Iraq. Weapon of choice a sniper rifle.
Mom mode kicks in and out of my mouth comes, "Sorry Kendall the armed service is not an option." He then proceeds to ask why not. I explain to him the very real possiblitly that he might not return from the war in Iraq.
To which he responded, "I would be a war hero if that happened." How would I feel about that? Talk about fear striking your very being. All I could say to him is that I would be very very sad. That they might as well throw me in the ground too.
I know deep within my heart if this is what he would truly decide to do I couldn't stop him. He is thirteen and God willing when he is old enough the war would be over.
My youngest son is in the 8th grade. I drop him off everyday to school with four females. I am sure later in his life he will appreciate this. Right now not so much.
Afterschool the girls are all very chatty. His escapism it to put on his headphones and tunes them out. Conversation turned to the fact the 8th grade students had career day. They were able to go and talk with people from different professions.
At this point my son decides to join in the conversation. No suprise to me Kendall picked a chef and canine patrol with local law enforcement. He seems to be equally interested in both. He asked if this would be possible.
Sure why not I tell him. We start talking about the different areas of law enforcement. SWAT and the canine unit would interest him. But more than that he would like to serve in Iraq. Weapon of choice a sniper rifle.
Mom mode kicks in and out of my mouth comes, "Sorry Kendall the armed service is not an option." He then proceeds to ask why not. I explain to him the very real possiblitly that he might not return from the war in Iraq.
To which he responded, "I would be a war hero if that happened." How would I feel about that? Talk about fear striking your very being. All I could say to him is that I would be very very sad. That they might as well throw me in the ground too.
I know deep within my heart if this is what he would truly decide to do I couldn't stop him. He is thirteen and God willing when he is old enough the war would be over.
1 comment:
Fuckin' Amen to THAT, sister!!!
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