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I sign the papers Monday to allow my youngest child to join the Marines. The decision has never been mine, if I refused he'd wait until his 18th birthday and do it himself.
I not only love my children more that I could ever verbalize, but I truly enjoy their company as well. I've held my family so tightly, and it breaks my heart that this one will leave us in that way. He's following in the footsteps of his father, uncles, and grandfathers. He will be the seventh generation to serve.
This is truly a bitter-sweet pill to swallow. I am humbled by him and so proud of him. I am trying so hard to be supportived but I buckled a minute. He said he was scared I replied "then don't do it." I know this wasn't the answer he wanted or needed. The weakness is mine, not his.
Please pray for strength and acceptance for me. His fate is in God's hands as it has always been. Monday I admit out loud for the first time my baby is a man.
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I've been married for 24 years and have four wonderful children.
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