I go from having a sob fest on his bed while he is gone to the gym to and immense sense of pride in all he is striving to do with his future. I look at him and I still see that little boy who slept in my lap at church on Sunday mornings. I see that sweet little boy who loved to watch Toy Story and drag his Woody Doll everywhere we went. I see that sweet little boy running around with his Bibleman Cape on. I see the little boy who loved playing soccer. I see my little boy who always wanted his Mommy to sit "benext" to him. I see the little boy who booby trapped my kitchen with a roll of electrical tape one night (took us a while to get all that tape pulled off the appliances and cabinets).I see my baby, my miracle, my son. I get myself over all this by telling myself that I must have done something right and this is what is suppose to happen. So my last baby bird is ready to fly solo for the first time in his life and I know I have done everything within my power to prepare him for his journey. My baby, my little boy, my son is now all grown up and I am just happy to be able to share him with the world. My job of momma is not over, it is just moving on to a new level, a promotion if you will. I will continue to have my moments for memories, but I am so looking forward to all the new ones ahead. Be proud that we have raised the next generation of heroes and thank them for serving. Our count down to MEPS is now at 2 weeks!!
p.s. Prayers for you all....God bless!