Yesterday morning was hard. We dropped our son off at he recruiters and he is now officially headed to San Diego for Marine Boot Camp. Oye! We're so cotton pickin proud of his choice that I'm about to bust a button, but wow, is this ever hard on Mamas! Just yesterday he was only a little tike:
He's fixing to go through a huge change so I really have no right to gripe about how sad I am. We're so proud that he is making this sacrifice to serve, but the Mama side of me can't stop herself from tearing up.
On Saturday we went out into the pens to brand a couple of calves. I loved it. Work and fun has always gone hand in hand for us. I'm hoping that the work ethic he's been raised with will be beneficial to him.
I'm cooking for a crew this week so I'll be busy. But I don't want to be busy. I want to flop on our bed and cry my eyes out. I want it to be July 22nd. I want to be on a plane, headed to San Diego for his graduation. But, this isn't about me. It's about him and the journey he is on.
Since he made this decision, I have felt at peace so this must be God's will and as long as he's walking in His will, how can I be upset? God's calling is all I've ever wanted for my children to follow so as difficult as it may be, I am good with it.
Today is a good day. He just called from the airport in Amarillo. For some odd reason, they are flying to Dallas, and then San Antonio, before heading to California. ? Who knows. DS has only been on a plane once, when he was 1 so this too will be a new experience. I can't tell you how good it was to hear his voice. No tears until we hung up.
I promised him that I would walk every day he was away. Today is day 1 and the wind's howling at 50 mph. I'm still walking. It's going to be my prayer time although in actuality, I'm praying all day. And I want to thank all of you have sent cards and words of encouragement and prayers for him.
We've always been big supporteres of our troops. My Dad was a career Air Force man and we're very thankful for their service and sacrifice through the years. I've always had a really hard time keeping the tears at bay when I hear the National Anthem. I'm thinking all bets are off now. Tears will just be a given.
There will be lots of letter writing going on around here this summer.
Semper Fi Bud!