Never ever in my entire life have I dreamed of visiting Missouri.
And yet, that is exactly what I am doing this week.
My oldest child is graduating from Army Boot Camp at Fort Leonard Wood this week and I am there to watch him graduate and celebrate his success before heading home.
Needless to say, I am not looking forward to traveling on a plane for a day and spending one day at the graduation before heading home.
I don’t know what I am expecting.
Perhaps my little blonde head getting lost amidst a swarm of MAGA hats.
One thing is sure – we won’t be there very long.
My son has made it clear he’s ready to pack up his shit and head home as soon as he possibly can.
If you can believe it, I haven’t seen my son in person since January 1st this year and I miss him terribly.
What is my kid doing to show his appreciation for a mother who travels halfway across the country for 3 days to see him graduate Boot Camp?
He’s signed himself up for a training class.
A MOTORYCLE training class.
And if you know anything about me, you know that I am deathly afraid of motorcycles.
Like I need the added stress of worrying about his youthful ass riding a space rocket among a sea of distracted drivers.
Happy graduation indeed.