My son is at the age where he gets very upset when either myself or his mommy leaves. “Mommy always comes back” I tell him, and try to comfort him. “Daddy always comes back” is what I tell him when I am leaving for work. He sees me in my uniform, and knows he probably won’t see me until he wakes up the next day.
My son sort of knows what I do. He knows that I work on an ambulance and help people feel better. He knows what my company’s ambulances look like, and he can point one out a mile away.
He doesn’t know that parts of my job are dangerous, and I don’t know that he should.
My job isn’t nearly as dangerous as a police officer, or a firefighter, but he knows we work together. He knows that we are the good guys.
He also knows that sometimes, good guys don’t come home.