Friday, December 17, 2010
Updates, Pt 2
I don't mean to be so flippant about my kids' current situations. I certainly don't feel that way- and I'm not making fun of my boys' choices. I love my kids with all my heart, and I'm proud of who they are- I'd just like to remove my shoe and give them a good thwunking with it every once in a while. I don't mean in the scary, abusive way. Of course not. As with any other parent with grown/growing children, it makes me sad and a little sick to my stomach when I try and try to steer them in the "right" direction (and my idea of "right" is, of course, THE right direction); to warn them of troubles ahead if they proceed with a chosen path, and they go ahead and make a choice that I know, down the road, they will regret. You just wish so badly they would listen and realize you really do know what you're talking about, but... they don't.
However, I do get that college is not for everyone and I'm okay with that, if the kid has a goal and a game plan. Speaking of that, let's give an update on Evan, shall we?
Evan is a Jr. in public high school. He hates it. But in his case, I understand why. He is pretty much a grouchy, 50 yr. old man inside a 17 yr old body, and always has been. So I can see why high school life may not feel like the best fit for someone like him. He's not into all the "OMG! Rah-rah!" crap that goes along with high school. He's crazy-smart, very quick and witty, with a scathingly sarcastic sense of humor. He has the best deadpan expression that I've ever seen, making his humor even funnier (At least to me. To some of his teachers? Maybe not so much). Anyhoo... Evan's goal for the past few years has been to join the Marines. I have some pretty strong feelings about that, too- and I'm sure you can guess that I have made those feelings clear. But, I will say this for him- he hasn't wavered at all about his decision. He feels it's what he's supposed to do. He wants our consent to sign up at 17, which is less than a month away. I promised to go and listen to what the recruiter has to say, but that's all I'm promising for now.
(I want to be clear that I'm all for the military. Really, I am. I consider myself to be a patriotic person. I have the utmost respect for those who serve/ have served our country. I'm deeply grateful for what they do for us. But that doesn't mean I want my boys to do it. Here's the thing... I've never had any "luck" at all. I don't win contests. I don't get picked for door prizes at parties. If luck exists (which I really do not believe it does, but I'm trying to paint a picture here, so work with me), I do not possess it. In other words, if two brand new soldiers are coming home in body bags, I fear they will be mine. See? That scares me just to type it. I know it's morbid to think it, and ridiculously neurotic to worry about it before they've even enlisted, but I can't be one of those moms. I can't be strong in the face of tragedy- I don't have it in me. I FLIP OUT when I find out there are no more bagels in the house! Bagels, people! You see what I'm saying? Anyway, I'm beginning to stray into that post that's supposed to be for another day, so...)
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