Today is my son's 12th birthday. Today is my brother's 52nd birthday.
Happy birthday, guys. The world's a better place with you in it, even if son is behaving exactly as brother did when he was 12. Son better watch out; brother ended up getting sent to military school. Not that I'd do that to my precious boy. And he'd probably like it, seeing as he is hell-bent on a career in the navy (no, God, no!).
He came up with this idea a couple of years ago when he was listening to my dad talk about his days as a bombadier in the U.S. Navy during WWII. Son was fascinated and decided that's what he wants to do. No, son, no. Not while there's an Iraq and Afghanistan. I feel for all the parents who have lost sons and daughters to this war or whose sons and daughters have come home changed forever physically and/or emotionally.
I don't want my boy to be a hero. I just want him to grow up safely and soundly, to know when and how to do the right thing in life, to be productive and loving and supportive of those around him.
Right now, he's starting to go through that annoying boy phase, which will pass shortly, I hope. Before my husband packs him off to military school.
Son has come up with an alternative career choice in the meantime: drug dealer. I think I convinced him that it really wouldn't make him that much money.