Tuesday, October 18, 2011

truth is...

I miss my son.
Everything is okay. My sailor is safe in Charleston,
settling into his home for the next 2 years.
I am glad boot camp is over.
But this letting go... it's not so easy.

On a positive note~ My son will be home
for Christmas. As much as I dislike the stores being 
so decked out so early, this year it reminds me that 
the holidays will bring a visit. ♥ 

I promise a more upbeat post in a day or two.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

son and sea shop

When my son was in boot camp I began making
Navy mom, wife, girlfriend, etc pendants.
I have opened an Etsy shop and will keep
it stocked with lots of Navy pride designs.
I am saving my profits for care packages
and trips to visit my Sailor son.

Friday, October 7, 2011

brave new world

Last week at this time we were in Great Lakes enjoying 
our son's brief liberty after his boot camp graduation. 
It seems like a year ago! 
The time flew. Those few hours over 2 short days were
not nearly enough. The good bye at O'Hare 
was brutal. Since my son's arrival at NNPTC 
communication has been pretty good... texts, phone calls,
FaceBook. But it is hard to realize that this 
is as good as it gets. I've been sad, but I am
determined to accept this new reality, and to
support and encourage my Sailor. 
It is a rough road, a lonely place for a mother's 
heart. But there is no option except to let go
and CHOOSE gratitude. 
Today I am grateful for family and friends,
for the supportive military community
and for the gift of this day. 

Wednesday, October 5, 2011


A year ago my son was a high school senior
who was talking to a US Navy recruiter.
Today he is a a Sailor with three red stripes
on his sleeve, stationed at
in Goose Creek, S.C. 
He begins classes later this month, 
the start of a long trek toward becoming
a Machinist Mate-Nuclear Field. 

PIR (boot camp graduation) was amazing.
Our short time with our son was an emotional
roller coaster. I don't like roller coasters.
I thought my first post after PIR would be 
a song of joy, a celebration of pride.
And I feel those things, I assure you,
but in all honesty, I am bereft.
Boot camp had a beginning and an end.
But this, ah this... this is our new reality.
Our son is a Sailor. He chose to serve
and he is gone and he is grown.
He is not in college or at a regular job. 
Nothing or no one comes before 
his commitment to the Navy.

I trust that this new reality will lose some of its
sharp barbs in time, that this ache will ease.
I am grateful for easier communication 
with my Sailor now, happy to know
he is safe and moving toward his goals.
I am trying to concentrate on these things
and thinking of Christmas, hoping 
he has leave.