I just want to share my eldest son's dream;
he wants to be a police officer! He's just 3 yrs old. As his mom, nope! I don't want it for him. It's too risky and dangerous. And I can't bear the thought of him in a gun fight, chasing after the bad guys. It will definitely be the death of me.
But what if this is really what he wants? Will I be his antagonist? Can I afford to support his dream when it's a hundred percent opposite to mine?
Selfish of me as it seems, but I am really hoping that he would change his mind, he's still a toddler and he'll have his whole life to explore other possibilities and opportunities. This "wanna-be-a-police-officer" is just a phase.
For now, I don't wanna think about it.
I have high respect to our men in uniform. They have the hardest job. They risk their lives for our attained peace. But I reserve the highest rank to their mothers. They must have died a thousand times knowing their sons are always at 50-50 grounds. They have the greatest courage which they endow their sons and the most generous of hearts for giving their sons to us. Thinking how many are they and how many will be needed inorder to achieve and maintain the most coveted and elusive peace breaks my heart into pieces. What an ultimate sacrifice for them to do. And I can't help to admire and be thankful.
To our brave men in uniform who are beloved sons, and to their equally brave and loving mothers; hands down to all of you!🙌
