Showing posts with label PIR. Show all posts
Showing posts with label PIR. Show all posts

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.
~~FREE SHIPPING~~

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

bittersweet

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.
~♥~


Wednesday, September 28, 2011

My son is a SAILOR!

At last! 
JOY!
HAPPY,HAPPY DAY! 
We leave for Chicago in the morning!
I am so proud of my sweet Sailor son! 
Millions of photos and details
to come. 
~♥~

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

almost there...

It is rather surreal to think that in 2 weeks and 2 days 
we will be Great Lakes bound!
My son graduates from boot camp on 9/30/11~ the last group
to graduate in dress whites until next spring.
My son is in a push division which means his time 
in boot camp is 7 weeks, not the more standard 8 weeks.
So, we will see him soon! 

The past 5 weeks has, at times, seemed endless.
Our contact with our son has been minimal...
the form letter, the 'kid in a box", 3 real letters
and ONE and only ONE PHONE call (2 weeks ago).
That is not much, but it does get you through. 
I am also part of a FaceBook group for his division 
and that is a great resource. I have made some wonderful
new friends. The Navy community is pretty amazing!
By sharing info from our letters
and calls, we can piece together a pretty good glimpse 
of how things are going. All of the communication
from my son has been positive. 
He says that being in leadership is one
of the best things about his boot camp experience.

Many in the division have been ill, which is typical.
I assume it is a combination of bringing lots of people together 
from all over the country, mental and physical stress
and extreme fatigue that makes the recruits vulnerable
to the "Ricky Crud" and other contagious maladies. 
My son had the crud when he called AND pink eye 
AND 4 wisdom teeth had been pulled. This is my 
"never sick" kid... but he did not complain and I am assuming
he is well by now. Nowhere is the adage "no news
is good news" more applicable than boot camp.
Hopefully the entire division is better now.

The last few weeks are certainly hard, but at this point the divisions
should be working together and the training is more...
fun?? Is that the word? Well, more hands-on anyway.
They should be seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.

I see my own little light, too. In a short time
I will see my son~ briefly. He will depart for A School
in South Carolina the day after PIR. And then the real journey
begins. His schooling is long (2 years) and then out to the fleet
for 4 years and them some commitment to reserves... .
it just goes on and on. My son will not be home for most holidays.
He belongs to the U.S.Navy now... for real, and that 
is the hard part, the "my heart is bursting with pride" part,
the real letting go. 
I am learning my lessons and the first one
may be this~Make the best of the time you have. 
~not a bad approach to life in general, that "glass
half full" thing. I believe in that, try to live like that.
Gratitude is always the best choice.
For now, I am focused on our trip to RTC  in
a little over 2 weeks, to that moment when the new sailors 
enter the graduation hall...
For now that is enough.
~♥~


Friday, September 2, 2011

best day(s) ♥

How wonderful is is to have some communication from my son
in boot camp!!! We have now gotten TWO real 
letters and a glorious, long phone call!!!!
My son is doing very well and has the honor
of holding a Recruit Petty Officer position! 
He sounds great in his letters and on the phone.
In spite of having a cold (known as the Ricky Crud),
pink-eye and having all 4 wisdom teeth pulled,
he is upbeat and determined! 
He had his birthday in boot camp and spent
his first hours of being 19 standing watch and toting
a 9mm pistol. He is making friends
and says his RDCs are "smart, good people"
beneath "the show they put on". 
I am so grateful for his positive attitude! 
Our trip is booked now and in 4 weeks 
we will be at our son's PIR.
That will be another 'best day".
~♥~