Our son, Dalton, has talked of joining the military since he was thirteen years old. He would go back and forth between the Navy and the Army, finally settling on Army and following in his dad’s footsteps. The months between when he signed and when he left for Basic were bittersweet. I was (and am) so proud of him for his desire and commitment to serve, but I was also worried and scared for him, as I assume any parent would be for her child. There have been many tears shed for this young man. Tears of pride mixed with tears of missing him like crazy.
Family Day was in mid-May and it couldn’t get here soon enough for me. I’m certain Ric, Megan, and Cameron felt the same way. When I first saw Dalton that Friday, I couldn’t contain the tears and excitement. Here was my little boy turned into quite the handsome young man. To say he looked older and had changed in both looks and demeanor in nine weeks is an understatement. It was great to spend time with Dalton that weekend, but I can honestly say that leaving him the second time was no easier than the first time two months earlier. Another proud, bittersweet moment for the eighteen year old I call son.
While we were visiting, I asked if I could get a photo of Dalton in his uniform. Yes, that’s the proud parent in me coming out. Gotta love a guy in uniform. Megan and Cameron got in on the action as well, and I came home with two of my favorite photos I have ever taken simply because of the moment in time we were celebrating.
I’m looking forward to seeing Dalton again in July when he graduates from AIT, then comes home for a visit before reporting for duty at Ft. Benning. I’m thankful he will be stationed fairly close to home and have been assured that we can drive to visit when he has free weekends. Moms do like to be close to their kiddos no matter the age of the child.
Thank you to everyone who asks about Dalton and thank you to all those who serve in any Armed Forces branch.
For now, I say, Go Army!