Micah left on Monday, June 11, 2012 headed for Gunter Air Force Base to prepare for Basic Training at Fort Jackson, South Carolina. I was under the impression that I would probably receive a phone call from him each Sunday. We were so very wrong. He called me Thursday, June 14, 2012 and that will be the last time I hear his voice until his 9th week of Basic, one week before his graduation. He truly left here a boy and will emerge as a man upon his return.
I am so proud of him. I am so concerned about him. I am so missing him. I love him more than words can say. It is the most awful bag of mixed emotions for me. I am flip-flopping from one to another at any given moment. The thing that helps me keep it together is thinking of the adjusting and the difficulty he must be experiencing. Mine pales in comparison. I think he is so incredibly brave. To leave home, knowing you can't come back until the time is up. To leave all that is familiar and venture into the unknown at such a young age, is far more than I considered when I was 18 and a Senior in high school.
In 9th grade, Micah was drifting and had no real direction in life. We were quite concerned about his lack of initiative and planning for his future. Once he began JROTC, he was off and running. He had a plan, a purpose, a goal, a path, and a means to get where he wanted to go. We could not be prouder of him and we believe he chose wisely when he decided to get a jumpstart with the Army. He is being all he can be and he is Army Strong! I guess, that means I have to be as well. After all, I am officially and Army Mom, now.
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