Today is my birthday, and it's one of the saddest birthdays I can remember. My son left for basic Training on Oct 23 from San Antonio, to go to Fort Sill Oklahoma. I have six children, five of them sons, and he's my second oldest. I just miss him so much, because he is such a big piece of this family that I have been taking care of all these years. He's 19 and I have spent every day since he was born, taking care of him and I miss doing that. Maybe that's one of the things that upset me so much, besides the normal worry of having family in the military, is that I can't help him this time if he needs me. This is his dream he's following, so I have to support him, and I am proud of him. Doesn't mean it's not hard, though. I know his brothers and sister miss him too, and his dad. But, I am mom, and I suppose it will take a while to get used to this. It's never easy to let go.