My daughter left yesterday for BC. I got the call at 8:26 pm last night. I tried to imagine what it was going to be like when she left. Its even more heart breaking. I can't thank everybody enough for all the valuable info here. I continue to find something new to look up all the time. Without your help, I would've been so completely lost. I now have a trip to plan for PIR! Again, many thanks for all the help during this crazy ride. Yes-I know its only beginning...
The first few weeks are the toughest but it does get easier. My son left on Monday and I wish I could hear from him just to know he's doing ok. I'm sure in the next couple weeks I will get a letter. Prayers as you adjust to your daughter leaving. Hang in there.
My son left on Tues. and I am just sick with worry. I know he will be fine, but I just wish my heart would tell my head that.
My daughter flew out of PA on July 11th as well... I've got other military family, so I was kinda prepared... But I know that PIR is different. I'm looking forward to meeting up with some of the moms here when we go to GL in (hopefully) August :)
Join the group, DEP-Leavin for bootcamp in June to connect with others with loved ones who arrived the same day and may have PIR together.
I also invite you to join, or at least check out, Boot Camp Moms (and loved ones) and PIR Reference Information. Once you know your SR’s PIR date and/or division number, watch in Boot Camp Moms (and loved ones) and/or at http://www.navyformoms.com/forum/topics/groups-listed-by-pir-date and join the group for that once it has been created. There will be a lot of great information and support for you in those groups. Be sure to check out the Pages (found under the pictures of the Members) and Discussions within the groups. Arrival and What Happens at the RTC within Boot Camp Moms (and loved ones) will let you know what is happening, but you will also want to check out the other Pages in all of the groups.
Sending prayers and well wishes your way today and forever! I tell everyone that here! My son has been in for over a year now! Laughter is the best medicine! I have kept myself laughing to keep from crying! As my son left home, my husband and I had to adjust to the new normal for ourselves. Our son is doing well! I miss him, and wish he'd call more. I've kept saying I'm going to start a :"Call Your Mama Sailor" t-shirt businesses. LOL I have come to this website at all hours of the day and night to get information to help me make the journey. Praying for your Sailors safety, health and happiness too!
I am new to the site and my son is through school and assigned to the Farragut. He was in the Great Lakes area for over a year. After reading many of your messages about your children leaving for BC I felt compelled to sit down and write down my experience to you. I thought if I shared with you what I went through emotionally you might not feel so alone. My precious son is my only child. I was not told until 14 hours before a recruiter picked him up in my driveway that he was leaving for the Navy. That of course was my son's way of me not stopping him in the decision that he had made. I was up all night panicking and was marking the calendar for the usual 4 year enlistment. During the brief conversation I had with him and his recruiter in the driveway the next morning I also found out that he had enlisted for 6 years. It literally took everything I had not to hit my knee's in my driveway. I gave him a hug and some tears then I went directly to his bedroom where I closed his door then climbed into his bed and did not get out for a month...for real.
I didn't change the sheets, take any calls I only left the room for oatmeal and the bathroom. I slept with and smelled his dirty laundry every day and kept it next to me on the bed. I might have consulted a therapist to help me through this crisis where I cried every day for a month but that would have required me to leave the room and the house which certainly wasn't going to happen. Finally, I decided that I had to make a choice because he had made his. So I channeled all of my anxiety, fear and grief instead into support and encouragement to him in regular letters reminding him of how much we loved him, missed him and how proud I was of him. I sent packages and strangely we both learned to write quite a lot making it seem that he was not so far away and we began to communicate in a new more mature way that had never happened before.
Ladies'....we both lived through it. The entire time he was in boot camp he reported that he was having the time of his life while at the same time I could not get out of his bed crying. The funny thing was that he really was and it still has not changed. He loves it. I learned to love him but let go and trust that he really was able to make all of his decisions on his own so that he could live his own life which was what he wanted and was ready for. The day that he left was truly the most excruciating and emotionally crushing time in my life, yet I will never forget the day that I watched him graduate his schools to receive his permanent assignment as they marched in parade. Unexpectedly, all at once I felt like I had ten thousand bricks removed from my shoulders because I knew as I watched him and saw how happy he was that I had completed the most important job in my entire life by raising him and getting him exactly where he was and a happy independent man.
I hope that by sharing this honest experience with you all that maybe some one else who can't put down the dirty tee shirt or get out of their child's bed will find the strength and faith to hang in there. You can make it through this one day at a time and it does finally get better.
Lot's of love,
A Farragut sailor's