My little boy has now grown up and has made his own decision. He will ship off to the Naval Station Great Lakes/Recruit Training Command (just north of Chicago) on Monday. I thought I would be able to compartmentalize my feelings about this, but am now brutally aware that this task is not so easy. I am feeling quite a bit of trepidation for Monday. And not to mention the unease of the very dangerous career my son has opted to pursue.
Andrew’s going-away dinner will be tonight, with happiness and sadness mixed into the menu. He’s my only child that will have moved away. I am only hoping that he will be safe, and happy, and that he doesn’t become a stranger to me. Hopefully he has the very good memories of his childhood to take with him. Hopefully the foundation for success and self-fulfillment and happiness has been laid.
He will no longer be the little boy, but will begin his adventure into manhood. I guess my job is done.
The Eve of Goodbye is almost as hard as the goodbye itself.
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