My Baby Boy
Thursday, November 18, 2010
So, my 17 year old, 6'4" son comes home from school really excited to show me that he had gotten a 97 on his ASVAB test (The Armed Forces Vocational Aptitude Battery). "that's good, honey" was all I could really say, not knowing what it really means. I found out later that it really hurt his feelings by not being more excited. I had him explain to me what the test really means, and what it means to him.
He went on to tell me that this test is what the military uses to determine if you are a viable candidate to recruit. Evidently, most people score around a 30, and a 97 pretty much garauntees any job they want. This is awesome for someone who really wants to be a part of the military. My son is that person. He told me that he has been talking to a Marine Recruiter about enlisting instead of going to college. Can I tell you that I am incredibly proud of him for choosing this life path, but it also scares the hell out of me???
This is my little boy. It doesn't matter that he towers over me, or has a voice so low he can sing baritone. He's still my little boy and I don't want to put him in harms way, let alone let him choose something that will intentionally do just that.
He is graduating from high school this year, and I know he will be an adult. It's hard enough to let go and see him off to college. I have to put my big girl pants on and deal with the fact that this is his decision. I'm just going put on a brave face for him, then go cry in a corner when he's not looking.