Only 22 days left. The countdown makes my heart race. The urgency builds to a crescendo tapping out every sacred moment. The notes beat a rhythm in my mind, echoing the refrain, “make every moment count.” On July 18, our youngest son, Jordan, leaves for Navy Boot Camp. The final papers have been signed. The final “Yes,” has been pronounced. Lists have been checked for the meager items he can take. Left behind are remnants of memories for me to gaze upon. I’ve passed through the anxiety of letting him go. I’ve grappled with the realignment of the vision we projected for his future. Since that day in November when he shattered the fragile composition in my mind with the announcement of his plans to join the Navy, I’ve tread through the miry pit, begging God to change our young man’s plans. God answered that prayer in His way and not my way as He helped me slosh around in the mud until I finally let him rescue me from the pit. The Lord has taken me from total rejection of this plan to cheerleading my son’s progress. Only the Lord could have done that. I’ve joined the website, Navy For Moms, scarfing up all the information posted by the Boot Camp group discussion while reaching out to meet local wives and moms in our state. So much to learn. What to send, where to write, how to pray, what steps the boot camp recruit is going through, how to encourage our recruits, how to prepare for their emotional and stunning precision graduation,
Before he leaves in July, I’m trying to make those precious memories that will carry him (and me) through the tough eight weeks of intense and distant training. Together, we’ve made a list of his favorite dinners and desserts to make before he takes off. A “Sailing Off to Boot Camp” party has been planned with all the Patriotic trimmings, homemade cookies and wristbands to pass out, reminding his friends to pray for him.