GI Joe

From the time my son was able to choose his own clothes until high school the only pants I could get him to wear were the camouflage pants. We had the winter camouflage, green camouflage, dessert camouflage, any other style of pants were just not acceptable. As he grew we spent more and more time in the army surplus stores buying his required attire. Of course we had to have the complete set of GI Joes. His great aunt Ruth said he had the most shooting sounds of any little boy she ever saw. He would spend hours playing GI Joe. Remembering what he enjoyed as a child helps me remember he is doing what he loves.

David Loves to ski and be out doors, I think that is why he liked being stationed in Germany so much!

Nothing beats Mom's Cooking

Well the banana didn't work. I don't look any younger however I don't look any older either. I wonder what my son and his men had for supper tonight, if they had the ready to eat military meals or if they were able to eat in the base mess hall. My brother-in-law who was in the air-force sent us some ready to eat meals in brown heavy vinyl packages. I haven't been brave enough to try any of them to see what they would be like. He said they actually are not too bad and resemble the dehydrated meals that can be purchased in the backpacking supply retailers. Next time I talk to David I will have to ask him what he thinks of the ready to eat meals.

Introduction

I am the proud mother of a daughter and son. My children have been the best experiences of my life. Raising children is a combination of self growth, humility, elation, hope, worry, patience, learning, failure, happiness, pride, disappointment, and an appreciation of life. I know I didn’t do everything perfect, made many mistakes along the way, however I did some of the important things right. The most difficult was letting go and allowing my children to make their own choices. Trying to support them in those decisions even though I knew the road would take them far away was the most challenging. I did not realize just what that meant until my son made the decision to attend West Point Military Academy and now is stationed in Iraq.