My brother went to the Naval Academy. He was 19. I was 23 when he began his Plebe Summer. We walked through campus on Induction Day, we stood in lines. We waited and we hugged him a lot. The whole time I kept thinking how in the hell do you make a decision so permanent? This one day… you are saying “today I will begin a career in the Navy that may be life long…” and that blew my mind.
I kept wondering when he would start to look like a midshipman. Would it be over Christmas when I saw him next? I can tell you when it was. The moment was the same for every one of the boys and girls that became men and women that day. It was when they got their hair cut.
Scott looked like a baby and a grown up all at once. He’d had his ears lowered. It was summer and his tan didn’t quite go all the way up to his hair line anymore. All these young kids filed in to this hall and we saw them spilling out the other side with this “oh shit, I’ve really done it now” face. Young men and women that had a plan. And a new do.
I got a Mom haircut. There’s no turning back. I’m giving Lucy twenty good years and then I am retiring. Heh. We’ll see how well that works out for me, huh?