I’ve spent the last few hours going through old photos.
How did the time go by so quickly? I ask myself as I cry a little bit.
Or a lot.
It’s not the end of the world, just the end of this phase in his life, our lives.
It’s going to be okay. He’s going to be okay. We’re all going to be okay.
I just hope he knows how much I’ve enjoyed being his mama. I hope he knows how much joy his sweet little face and wonderful personality has given me over the past nineteen years. I hope he knows how damn proud I am of this brave choice he’s made.
I worry for him and the experience that lies ahead for him. I can see that he’s nervous, but not afraid. He’s determined, he’s strong, he’s brave. I hope that the love and care I’ve given to him helps to get him through the tough times in boot camp.
A dear friend left a comment on my last post that will stay with me during the weeks he’s gone.
If it’s any help, my husband (who is a Marine) said that at his most difficult moments in boot camp, he thought about his mom. You’ll be with him there and he’ll still be Andrew when he gets back.
It helps more than you know, sweet friend. Thank you.