I dropped Joshua off at the Crowne Plaza hotel last night. This morning, he boarded a bus with a bunch of other guys and headed for Lackland Airforce Base in San Antonio, Texas. I don't know at what point he's officially an Airman. I wonder if he took a pledge this morning before departing. And does it become official only when the hair finally comes off? :)
I thought I was going to be a blubbering mess when he left, but so far I've held the tears in check. I rationalize, "It's only for two months and then he'll be back."
Besides, the separation of child and parent is a natural, unavoidable thing. However, it's one thing to know and expect a thing, but a whole 'nother thing to experience the thing. So, here I am, experiencing the separation from a child to whom I've been a single parent for most of his life, knowing this day would come.
The longest my kids have been gone from me is about 30 days. They were in Montana for a long while in their early youth. This was a brief respite from the stress, but I knew they'd be back. Steph went to Africa for a month last year, but, again, I knew she'd be back. But two months?! But he'll be back... but... do I not see that beyond that three days, it will be months and maybe years before I get to see him again (at least in person; technology, don't fail me now!)?!
I'm starting to make myself tear up right now, so I better stop. Maybe if I keep in steady contact with him, it won't be so bad.
I can comfort myself with the fact that it's one less mouth to feed. But I can't wait to see my baby boy again.