Well, he did it. Brian joined the army and completed basic training. We are in Lawton, OK as I write on the eve of his graduation from Army Basic Training.
He looks great and he’s weathered basic training beautifully. He’s still Brian, yet so handsome in his dress blues. A blonde boy with a big heart in a solider’s uniform. A contrasting paradox I’m still trying to wrap my heart around.
You would have gone breathless watching all the soldiers march in at the end of today’s welcome ceremony. The moment I caught sight of him across the crowd, I ran. There he was, our Brian, your baby, all grown up and handsome. Wearing a beret and a few brass medals to boot.
Little Brian who hid behind your legs out of shyness.
Little Brian with the cowlick that wouldn’t quit.
Little Brian who I could never stay mad at for more than 5 minutes.
Little Brian who loved Ninja Turtles.
Little Brian who played the trumpet in the marching band.
That Brian, well …. he’s a solider now.
One of the deepest longings of my hearts is for us all to be together, but it seems like there is always a barrier. Yet, even the Army is more lax than death, so I’ll take it. It’s only a season, even if I do long to hug him and never let go.
Mom, I have no clue how a mother would feel watching her baby boy as a solider. I’m not sure I’ll ever know, yet I tried to step into your shoes today.
You would have been beaming proud and wept for the overflow of it. You would have teared up as He and Lisa stood together bravely, he in uniform and she ecstatic to be near him, they were lovely Mom.
I’m going to write to you about it, every detail and feeling, so much more to come tomorrow.
Your baby boy is a solider now,
I love you, I miss you,