My son leaves today for Okinawa. Two years he’ll be gone.
He doesn’t know exactly what he’ll be doing but he’ll be working at the Naval Hospital there. He’s heard a rumor that because he has his EMT certificate, he may get to work in the emergency room for his regular job and when he gets assigned duty he might be driving an ambulance. That would ROCK!
Regardless of what he does, though, I know he’ll be an entirely different person when I see him next.
Honestly? It might happen again. But I feel more under control now, stronger, smarter.
Why, you ask?
Boot camp, for one thing. I learned so much about the Navy while he was there. Corps School for another. I learned so much about him during the three months he was learning to be a corpsman. (I suspect he did too.) And as you know, knowledge is power.
There’s also the fact that my youngest has already sworn in on the Delayed Entry Program and will be joining the Navy too just as soon as he graduates from pesky ‘ol high school.
So I feel very much the Navy Mom these days.
I think, too, that the unknowns are more known now and his real adventure is beginning. He gets to do a job he’s trained for and has been excited about for a long time.
It’s hard to feel sad when the baby bird flies away to do what he wants to do in an exotic, beautiful locale. As long as said baby bird remembers to email and Skype and help his mother plan her trip to Japan, that is.
Bravo Zulu, boy. Your life is really beginning. Be smart, be safe, bedazzle.