It still surprises me how I actually got my package together for the Navy last year..
If you're Indian (like me) you'll know that the 2 things you're limited to being in life are either a doctor or an engineer. Almost every Indian parent thinks their child is going to be a doctor or engineer just like the next Indian parent. It's annoying and I with no exception fell into this group (kinda).
When I was 5 years old my parents got me a toy doctor kit. I ran around the house wearing the plastic stethoscope and what not saying I wanted to be a doctor on camera. Since then my parents thought I wanted to be a doctor for the rest of my life. They sent me to a medical magnet high school and when I got to college I was on the premed track. I guess you can say I had an epiphany after my sophomore year and realized I did not want to be a doctor. I simply was doing it because I thought my parents wanted me to be one, it would make them happy and I couldn't do anything else with my life.
So, I started thinking about what I wanted to do, what would make ME happy in the long run and not my parents (selfish, I know, but it's my life, not theirs). As if I went back in time 10 years ago, I realized I wanted to be a pilot, but I wasn't sure what branch. So I started researching a bit and based my decision off of a few different things. Between the ages of 10 and 18 years old, my dad took me to almost every single Air and Sea Show here in Ft. Lauderdale, FL. And every year for some reason, I looked forward to seeing one particular plane, the F-14 (I hadn't seen Top Gun yet so don't go all 'cliche" on me). I loved it, and while growing up bought models of it, pictures, you name it. Fast forwarding back to the present I had asked one of my friends who was a USMC enlisted to help me out a bit. I threw Army and Air Force out because it just didn't appeal to me. He said to look into the NROTC program, so I emailed the NROTC program. The LT emailed me back saying I was too far into undergraduate to join NROTC and gave me the email and phone number of a local USN OR.
I started getting my package together around August of 2010. But before I was able to, my OR told me I should really talk to my parents first. The day I told my parents I was literally shaking because of how nervous I was. I knew they wouldn't approve, but I had to tell them. So I sat both of them down and told them I wanted to join the Navy and become a naval aviator. My dad was upset initially because he wished I had told him earlier. He told me he always wanted me to do something that would make ME happy. They wouldn't have sent me to a medical magnet high school if I had just opened my mouth. I was so surprised to hear this from him. He asked me multiple times if I was absolutely sure that I wanted to do this and he said when I get to OCS that I better stay in there all the way to the end. My mom was a little tougher to get through. She cried when I told her I didn't want to become a doctor. She always wanted me to be a doctor and she even played the guilt card of how my grandfather who recently passed away wanted me to be a doctor. She was worried about her only son (I have 4 sisters and I am the only son) joining the military. After I explained everything to her, she said if it made me happy she will support me. So, once I got through to my parents they have been pushing me and supporting me. My dad even shelled out for my PRK that I got done in December. I joked around with my dad the other day saying it was his fault that I wanted to become a naval aviator because he took me to so many air and sea shows.
Moral of the story: Don't beat around the bush about joining the military, especially when it comes to your parents. I didn't think my parents would EVER approve, but I won them over and they're supporting more than ever now. It's a big decision when you decide you want to join the military and you can always use as much support as you can get from family and friends.
Sorry I know it's lengthy, just had to get it off my chest