Today my youngest son is reporting to the local Army base for Basic Training. He enlisted in the early summer. I am proud of him for wanting to serve his country.
I’ve always been proud of Brandon. He has a good heart. He has traditional principles and he’s a hard worker. He got married at 21 and he and his wife made me a grandma a year later. I’ve worried about the path he’s chosen because of his age, the economy and did I say his age??
I’m a worrier. I’m over-protective. I’m his mother. I’ve been a sounding board for him and have always given him my opinion with the best of intentions for him to have the information to make the best choice.
I will even admit I tried to talk him out of joining the military. I mean, they would have to move and take my grandson with them. I think all grandmothers can understand. It’s taken me half the year to just deal with his decision. The bottom line is I want him to be happy. Safe but happy.
I can still see that little boy looking up at me sometimes when I look up into his eyes.