.found this on Motivational and Inspirational Quotes ..exactly how i feel----Eight and half weeks doesn’t seem very long, till the final day comes when you say bye, and be strong. MEPS and Texas is happening on Tues, we drive home to face the empty nest blues. I know the great things this new journey will bring, and suddenly I’m staring at my phone to ring. The emotions run wild to say the least. A few things go wrong and I turn into a beast. Who am I, where am I, this ride feels insane. I’m not in boot camp, give me back my brain. 72 hours the clock is moving slow. Where’s my phone? Is it on? I’m going crazy don’t you know. At last the phone rings with that address phone call, he said it so fast I started to bawl. No hi mom, hello, I’m fine how about you, just the fastest address he can read and me saying…..wait son…. I love you! The days drag on and I’m obsessed with my phone. The tone set to loud and he has his own ring tone. All those who know me have seen the beast come out. You mess with my phone and we will have something to fight about. I look insane with that phone in my hand; I carry it with me, even to potty land. Its life as wing mom a daily worry in my gut and sometimes my emotions make me feel like a wing nut. Then suddenly out of the blue, I found this webpage, full of hugs, happy dances and many woo hoo’s. Reading and reading the information goes on. Hit the like button, oh crap is my phone on? The phone is on, it’s loud and ready, so scroll down, scroll down and keep your hand steady. It’s suddenly like that reindeer book, go dancer and prancer oh honey come look. Order banners, photos and buttons a like, get a hotel, car and book your flight. Go to start here and click on this link, where did I read that? dishes piling in the sink. Week 1, week 2, week 3, week 4, happy dances and woo hoo’s, phone calls and more. Soon it’s time to slay that beast, have no ideal what that means but we should have grilled cheese. Beast week is big and temps running high, sickness sets in many go to the doctor oh my. Recycled, recycled this sounds full of sadness. We don’t like this a bit so stop the madness! My head starts to spin like the rollercoaster from hell, round and round I’m crazy can you tell. The Beast is slayed, flight warrior obtained, in the single digits and soon on our plane. The Airmen’s run was amazing to see, emotions run high and my son saw me. At the coin ceremony with him in his blues, our handsome young man wearing those shinny shoes. The TAP OUT HUG was my favorite part; the pride that fills a mom’s loving heart. BMT is complete, a proud mom I am. You went in as a boy and came out as a man.
Posted on: Thu, 27 Mar 2014 01:12:47 +0000
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