I guess this is on-topic but... off-topic for what's currently being discussed...
I'm in!

Now I get to join the group waiting for I-Day!
Congratulations!!! Your jouney has just begun.
Again, to the parents and future Midshipman. You have a clock ticking with 60 some odd days left. Make time for eachother and enjoy these days. You will never have the time and carefree days like you do now. I-Day starts a life changing experience for parents and mids.
To make my point I've copied in one of the most heartfelt e-mails from a mom on another list serve. Her son has completed the jouney through USNA, training , and now deployment to the fleet. If this does not make you want to hug your future mids, then something is wrong with you.
The day I had not been looking forward to has finally arrived. On Monday,
hubby drove XXXX to Portsmouth and yesterday, XXXX reported in for the
deployment muster. In about an hour, he will board a plane to Europe and
from there, make connections to Bahrain where he will check into his new
unit. A couple of days after that, he and the boat's new crew members will
be flown out to his boat and the journey will begin again.
There's an unspoken rule about days like today. My door is mostly closed
and everyone around knows to leave me alone with my thoughts. I am
somewhere between keeping busy and weeping. Fortunately, I did a lot of
caching up on the important stuff earlier in the week so I can concentrate
on doing the routine work that fills the time, but does not take much
cerebral engagement.
Hubby brought XXXX by the office on Monday on their way to VA to see me.
When XXXX walked in my office, it took me a moment to realize what was
standing in front of me. My little blue-eyed, blond hair, tow-headed baby
has grown into a 6'4" man that walks with confidence and ease. He is ready
for the challenge, and this time knows what he will be facing. There was
no fear or anxiety in his face, much like what he had the first time he
deployed. We chatted for a few minutes, then walked arm in arm outside
where hubby was pacing around the car anxious to miss the rush-hour traffic.
I tried to blurt out all the mommy-words like "be careful" and "stay safe"
and "be careful" and "brush your teeth every day" and "be careful" and "get
plenty of rest when you can" and "eat healthy food" and "watch your money"
and "stay safe."
All I could manage was "I love you and I am proud of you. We will see you
in a few months."
That fast, he was in the car and they were off.
He called last night. I felt much better hearing his voice one more time
before he ships out. He was in good spirits and talked about meeting up
with his new crew, including his new skipper. He sounded like he was going
to summer camp instead of harm's way. We both knew better, but I think he
just wanted to make sure I would not worry.
Worry. Where is this in the mommy handbook? I was reflecting that I have
been in one state of worry or another practically since the day I stared
excitedly at the blue dot on the pregnancy test stick. I remember worrying
about carrying a healthy baby and having a safe birth. I worried about
scraped knees and sore throats. I worried about struggling grades and
friends that were not true in heart. I worried about him surviving basic
training, then surviving his first duty assignment, then surviving his first
deployment. I worry about his finances and his career. Ohmygawd. It just
hit me - I have turned into my mother!
I guess that is the state of my life right now and probably the same for all
of you. There's a point that I have come to accept my son's life choices
and have learned to support them, no matter how badly I want to step in and
kiss all the boo-boos to make them better. It was different when he was
little and I had some control over what was happening to and around him.
Now my XXXX charts his own destiny. I pray for his safe return and take
comfort in knowing that he is doing what he was born to do.
And I am waiting to exhale (again)..