Proud Mama

Today my son met me downtown.

He had gone and got all of his gear and equipment from the Military.

I came out of my school and started walking towards the street my van is parked on and I noticed this soldier come around the corner. Now, I'm only 33 years old, Female, and I LOVE a man in uniform!
I did a double...then a triple take when I realized it was My son! MY son.

He looked so proud and wonderful.


At the same time as my heart was melting, it was breaking. This is my Baby. Only 17 years old. Getting ready to go to a war zone, as with all new recruits even eager to go.

A large part of me wanted to bundle him up, throw all the cammy gear in a pile and light it with a match! And yet, the other side of me puffs up with pride to say that my son is in the Military.

I know that he won't be going out to the active duty this year unless they are called, but seeing as we are Canadian I don't see that as probable. He is however going to be active with the Olympics. He's very excited about that.
You know, I was going to have a long long blog all about how this is making me feel.

I can't, I've spent almost 2 weeks not feeling well and not sleeping, and now that I sit here relaxing, I am tired! So I'm going to make this an early night.
I'll be back soon with another blog.