I received a letter from J yesterday. For those new to this site, J is our 18 year old son. He is away at Army boot camp. While he is said that, overall, he enjoys the experience, he expressed (a normal amount of) concern about certain things.
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Both metaphorically and literally…because, you know, it was night. And nights are dark. Although we are in the part of the year where it doesn’t dark until 9 pm or so, it was still long. Fortunately, I spoke with J several times yesterday by text and phone as he traveled to basic. While I doubt he was particularly thrilled with a delayed flight, he did enjoy watching the sunset in Georgia.
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This morning, my 18 year old son left for Ft. Jackson. And while I know he’s off to do great things, as I always knew he would, it’s still not an easy thought. I am not entirely sure how my barely six pounds at birth baby who cried a lot and didn’t sleep a single night through until he was five years old (yes, you read that right) is old enough to sign a contract with the federal government. He’s always wanted to join the military and I support his dreams.
I know it’s not much of an opening, but… The key to handling distractions while working from home is to remember the following:
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My oldest son turns 21 today. He doesn’t like his name splashed all over the Internet. He likes that low digital footprint stuff. So, happy birthday, Dark Lord. We love you!
