Got the box today. Hard to imagine that a brown corrugated box weighing less than 7 pounds can pack into it so much emotion. Matt has been gone only 4 days and today I feel like a part of him was shipped home to me minus my 6'4" son.
I opened the box as if it were a special gift nicely wrapped that should be tended to with care. Inside were all of Matt's belongings, everything that he wore on his back on that cold windy night 4 days ago when we said a tearful goodbye. I took each piece of clothing out with care and silly as it may sound, smelled all of it, taking in his scent as best that I could. To the non-military mom this would probably seem kind of strange but I know that each of you can appreciate what my heart is feeling. Who knew that Matt shipping off to boot camp would hold so many powerful emotions.
I suspect that the next time that Matt and I meet, he will be changed. Before me will stand a man who in the course of 9 weeks will have matured some, maybe even grown some. I also know that within him will remain the strong confidence and warm heart that he has held true to for so many years. It is that thought that sustains me...knowing that 9 weeks will pass and that Matt, his dad and I will reconnect, if only briefly, to share hugs, love and laughter.