Thursday, November 29, 2012

Back on the horse!

I have not blogged in so long.  Our lives are full of adventure and there is constantly something to blog about.  When I think that I need to blog about something, I say to myself, "Dang! I haven't blogged in months and I am so behind that I can't possibly start now" My mom and mother in law are hoping for these updates.I get emails from people in the blogging world what is going on and where have I been?

Blogging is my therapy.  I love blogging.  I always have.  So, my first therapy session is here.  I will resume a post I started in September and go from there....

It's amazing how so many things in life take you by surprise...

Austin left for Boot Camp for the National Guard on June 18th.

 Really, it was no big deal.  He is 17 after all and lives independently in our basement.  He went to school, worked a lot, and spent time with his friends when he wasn't at school or work.

I, of course, knew he lived here because we would wake up to a messed up kitchen or would be woken up at 10:30 at night by my teenager asking for money that he needed for such and such by 7am.  (Do I have an ATM in my bedroom??)

Really, it was no big deal.  He would be gone for 10 weeks learning the skills to become a soldier. Not much different than now.  Really.

So, on June 17th, Mike and I took him for his last meal at his place of choice..

He ate so much his stomach hurt. Perfect.

The next day, I drove him up to the Brainerd airport, that would have transported him to the Minneapolis airport and then to Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri.

No big deal. I've got this.

"Don't Cry! Don't Cry!"
 Not so much! After THREE days, Austin finally found himself in Fort Leonard Wood. Long story. It was a complete Goat Rodeo getting him there to say the least. 

During those three days, we exchanged many text messages.  Then.....silence.

Followed by even more silence.....

I was able to talk to Austin for 15 minutes THREE STINKIN' TIMES during his 10 week stay at FLW.

It was hard.  Very hard.  He was essentially getting his butt kicked by drill Sargent's in 100+ degree heat.

Every. Single. Day!! Yet, I could not talk to him. To support him. To encourage him. It.Killed.Me.

It was hard. 

The day finally came that I was able to see my boy.  His graduation from Boot Camp.

Mike, Gavin, and I made the 15 hour treck to Missouri.  (Stopped in to spend some time with my bestie from High School---total bonus! More on that later!)

Words cannot depict the emotions that I felt that day.  The moment I saw him. My hear and soul were swelling with pride.  Remember, he did this on his own initiative.  No influence on me or Mike.


This child, gave up his entire summer between his junior and senior year to become a soldier.

Wow! There really are no words.

He is an amazing kid. I love who he has become.  He is so hardworking and respectful. I would like to take some credit here but not sure if I can. 

I know, I know, brag, brag, brag.  Let the blogging world see all the happy and sappy stuff.  But really, I am one proud mama! Yup.

End of story. No apologies needed.