rich_one
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18 years ago, he was gifted to me. And the last 18 years have been a blast. Sure... there have been ups and downs, but I truly do cherish every single year, month, week, day, hour, minute and second. There is plenty I think I'd do differently if I had it to do again... but overall, it was a great ride, really.
I do so love my son.
Tomorrow, things take a different turn. One that I am trying to be ready for. See, tomorrow, my son will fill out paperwork that will make him the property of the United States Army. He has decided to enlist active duty. His plan, to go to college first, then fulfill his commitment to the country.
Don't get me wrong. I'm proud of him. I really am. I smile at myself from time to time, astonished at how fortunate I am to have managed to raise such strong, positive individual. Sure... he has his shortcomings, but so do we all. I know this much... he isn't a liar, thief, hoodlum, murderer, addict, or any of these things. He's just a good guy. And even better than me, when I was his age... he has a plan. It's just that...
I should be happy. I know it. But I guess I'm selfish, you know? I don't think I have ever been this proud, and this scared, all at the same time. But this is what he really wants to do. I do not feel like I should stand in his way. He has earned the right to make this decision, even if I have mixed emotions about it.
So I guess all I can really say is this... Army... you have my son in your care now. You take care of him, and you send him back to me the way you got him. In good health. Do not send my son home in a box, or send me some message that he has perished somewhere far away from home. Do not break my heart, military. You hear me? YOU TAKE CARE OF MY SON.
I know this is stupid... but for whatever reason, this is the only thing I could think of to do right this second, to process this, as I just found out about his final decision. So, as always, thanks for tolerating my vent... or rant... or whatever you may deem this to be, CCA family. I appreciate it.
I am as full of pride, as I am fear.
See... I do so love my son.
-Rich
I do so love my son.
Tomorrow, things take a different turn. One that I am trying to be ready for. See, tomorrow, my son will fill out paperwork that will make him the property of the United States Army. He has decided to enlist active duty. His plan, to go to college first, then fulfill his commitment to the country.
Don't get me wrong. I'm proud of him. I really am. I smile at myself from time to time, astonished at how fortunate I am to have managed to raise such strong, positive individual. Sure... he has his shortcomings, but so do we all. I know this much... he isn't a liar, thief, hoodlum, murderer, addict, or any of these things. He's just a good guy. And even better than me, when I was his age... he has a plan. It's just that...
I should be happy. I know it. But I guess I'm selfish, you know? I don't think I have ever been this proud, and this scared, all at the same time. But this is what he really wants to do. I do not feel like I should stand in his way. He has earned the right to make this decision, even if I have mixed emotions about it.
So I guess all I can really say is this... Army... you have my son in your care now. You take care of him, and you send him back to me the way you got him. In good health. Do not send my son home in a box, or send me some message that he has perished somewhere far away from home. Do not break my heart, military. You hear me? YOU TAKE CARE OF MY SON.
I know this is stupid... but for whatever reason, this is the only thing I could think of to do right this second, to process this, as I just found out about his final decision. So, as always, thanks for tolerating my vent... or rant... or whatever you may deem this to be, CCA family. I appreciate it.
I am as full of pride, as I am fear.
See... I do so love my son.
-Rich