My son turns 25 today. Wow. Here I am, the mother of a 25 year old who I wanted to drown when he was a teenager. Now I’m nothing but proud at what he’s made of his life and what he continues to do. By the time he was 21, he was serving his one year tour as an Army medic in Iraq. He came back to teach other medics how to perform under combat. And now he’s in school, pursuing a degree in the one thing he’s wanted since he was four years old.
Sadly, I can’t celebrate with him as he’s doing two weeks of drill up at Fort Drum. But I made sure he knows how proud I am of him.