So. Matt, my only son, my baby will be turning 17 on Thursday. Matt has had it arranged for at least six months that his dad & I will meet at the recruiters on Friday and sign the papers for him to join the Army Reserves. This is nothing new to us. The boy has said he wanted to be a soldier since he was 5. His plans go like this: Army Reserves once a month while he is still in school. Basic Training for *gasp*10 looooonnnngggg weeks over summer break, then back home to finish his senior year while going on his once a month weekend warrior stuff, then once he graduates, he will switch to the regular Army. Then he will belong to Uncle Sam. This is not new news to me. So why, since this last Friday have I been on a constant verge of tears? I want the kids to move out. No, really, I do. This is what I raised the kids to do. Move out, be independant adults, who rely on themselves. So Matt, I want to tell you, I love you. I'm so proud of you and the young man that you've become. You make me a better person just having you in my life! Thanks for all the movies you've sat through with me, so I wouldn't have to go alone. I know it sucked going with your old mom. You are an amazing person!
P.S. I like you better without the goatee.
P.S. S. But you already knew that.