My son has now been away for six days. Including his travel day. He should be getting out of P-days either tomorrow or the next. While he was in DEP for many months, I began to cherish my time with him more and more. It wasn't until the last month of him being home that I really started to feel it. Finally, the last days before his departure were the hardest. I was also PMS'ing, so my emotions were tender to say the least. Finally the day came to say goodbye. I dreaded hearing his voice when he called, I didn't want to hear my boy sound homesick or scared, or sad.
I kept myself busy and waited, finally... the ten second call came. "Well, I got here safe, and as you know, you'll be receiving a box of with my belongings soon. I will should be able to call you again in three weeks". I said ok and off he went. Into the far away land of Navy Boot Camp.
He didn't sound sad, or scared or homesick. He sounded sure, ready, he sounded fine. With that, I managed to get myself a nice sleep. I noticed him not being there in the morning. I cried from the newness of life witout my son in the house. I cried again the next day as well as prayed alot too. And then on day three, there were no tears. nor day four and now five.
After getting that ten second call, I gained a new perspective on my son. No longer is he my boy. Nope, he is a man. And I could't be more proud.