I wrote an essay years ago* about raising my one and only child to have wings. That's what we raise them for, right? To leave us.
You know my dad was a career USAF pilot. I was born in an air force hospital. So I already "got it" about military service; I lived it. Good and bad. But watching my son (my only child) graduate from boot camp (yes, even the band recruits had to do boot camp, and Jesse was thirty-four years old), sitting among all the other families from all walks of life, was so profoundly moving and inspiring. What a day that was! I raised him to "fly" and he has and does. I'm so proud of him.
Jesse is a better person than me. I only wish I could be as calm and measured, thoughtful, kind, unjudgmental as he is. I can't wait to see what he puts out into the world.
*It's not in this blog; it was for my Artist's Way class twenty years ago, and I can't find it easily.
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