I have discovered that “talking” to my oldest boy child, Bryce, is easier through text messages. It keeps me from screaming and wanting to shake some sense into him. This is our conversation from Tuesday.
Me: did you get my message about your recruiter?
Bryce: Yes. im going to talk to him thursday
Me: about what?
Bryce: About the whole situation.. Idk if im doing the marines or not so im going to talk to him about what i should do
Me: like other branches of the military?
Me: I know your tired of hearing it (and we’re tired of saying it) but the military is your best option at this point
Me: food, housing, clothing, a job, and they will pay for college
Bryce: Yeah i know.
Me: what has changed your mind about wanting to join?
Bryce: Idk. I just want to be a kid while i can. I know its my best option. I just dont know what i want for the rest of my life yet
Me: everybody wishes they could just fart around all day long and act like a kid – that’s not how the real world works
Me: you are out of time
Me: you dont have to decide what to do for the rest of your life, but you do have to decide what your going to do for the next few years
Bryce: Yeah i know
Me: if we didnt love you then we wouldn’t care …. but we can’t and won’t keep providing for you when you are VERY capable of providing for yourself
Bryce: Yeah i understand.
Me: do you understand that we aren’t being mean? that this is what parents are supposed to do?
Me: we love you and we want you to have a good life but life isn’t all fun and games …. you have to work in order to deserve the fun
Bryce: Yeah i know. It just sucks lol