I had this post in my head for a while so here it goes.
My Godson is graduating from high school in less than two weeks. He was accepted to Westpoint and the entire family is just bursting with pride. When I told a co-worker that he was going to Westpoint she asked me if I was ok with that and when I looked at her with a blank look on my face she clarified her statement by adding "you know him going into the military?". I stated that OF COURSE I was proud and a lot of my family is/was in the military in this country and in Mexico. Her next comment was "Oh well I don't support the military" My reply was that my Godson would protect her right not to support the military and the right to publicly state that without fear of retribution. It was her turn to look at me blankly.
I am scared and worried that he is joining at a time when we are at war and half the world hates us but still expect us to send money to help them. His older brother is a MP and I worry about him too.
My Godson is so handsome and so smart and I have so many memories of him that make me smile on my worst days.
His Godfather and I shopping for his baptism outfit.
Dressing him and realizing that his baptism socks would probably fit him at his Communion:-)
Walking into the living room and having him thank me for not letting him go to Hell. His brother explained that I was the only person capable of keeping him out of Hell---the wisdom of a 5 year old:-)
Taking him to the Van Gogh exhibit at the DIA
Watching him dance at his Aunt Nette's wedding
Seeing him in a tux for my wedding
Knowing that my Godson walked my mom down the aisle at my wedding--didn't actually see it but we have pictures:-)
Hearing that he told my mom to just hang on he would get her down the aisle just fine-she was nervous and she has been unsteady on her feet since she broke her leg in 2005.
Yes I am proud of him and when he goes to Westpoint I will be praying harder than I have ever prayed in my entire life.