Today I have to take my son to the recruiter so he can take his physical to join the army. I’m proud, don’t get me wrong, but I’m so nervous. This is my baby we are talking about. Okay, he is 6 feet tall now, but still my baby.
This is what he wants to do. He wants to be a CSI somewhere down the road and this is the path he has chosen to get there. The world is his and at 19, almost 20 he gets to choose what direction his life will go.
Being a mom is hard. We spend their whole lives trying to make them independent, able to think for themselves, to make their choices. Then, we have to live with the choices they make. I think moms need to be Army Strong too.