<p>^^^^ ah, you gotta love the youth of today!!!! ;) </p>
<p>"the best laid plans of mice and men....."</p>
<p>so I will share our little story to our new member, as you missed all the fireworks of last year....</p>
<p>our son "split" with his high school gf before leaving for his year at the foundation program, 'cause he "didn't want anything messing up his head." Smart boy, I tell him. BGO tells him "you are doing the right thing....keep women away until after you get your commission." His BGO is marine-tough. We ship the thorpedo off according to the "plan."</p>
<p>Off he goes.... to an all-male school, on a hilltop, in the middle of nowhere...I mean, the nearest pizza palor is 5 miles away and he has no car, no bike, and it gets a bit too cold for a jog in the middle of winter.</p>
<p>"Safe" I say. "It's a good thing."</p>
<p>HA!!!!</p>
<p>In the dead of winter, watching a hockey game at this all-male establishment, in comes one little female spectator on a visit to see one of her friends.<br>
She's adorable.<br>
She's better than adorable...
she's a knock-out. :eek:</p>
<p>They meet.</p>
<p>They hit it off.</p>
<p>She visits again.
And again.
And again.
And then he invites her again.
And again.</p>
<p>And then she travels there for every lax game....home AND away.
And comes to us on mid-winter break (we live a state away).
and on spring break.</p>
<p>And he reports to USNA on I-Day, swearing to "protect and defend."
And she transfers to a school 5 miles from the academy and gets an apt 100 yards from gate 1. </p>
<p>:eek: "This is NOT in the plan" I yell!!! :eek: </p>
<p>I worry.<br>
I fret.<br>
I have a hissy fit.<br>
I have multiple conversations with JM and the Z-man seeking advice.<br>
I have even more talks with said gf and said son.<br>
I even speak to her parents.<br>
I lay down the law.<br>
I go home to NY.<br>
He goes home to Bancroft.<br>
She goes home to downtown Annapolis. </p>
<p>"THIS WAS NOT THE PLAN!!!!!" I tell ANYONE who will listen.</p>
<p>Plebe summer goes OK.<br>
Then comes Parent weekend...thing still OK.
I hope. </p>
<p>Then comes football.
We visit.
Not so good.<br>
One mid, too many people wanting a piece of him.
This was "not in the plan."
My worries increase 10-fold.
What happened to the "don't want anything to mess up my head" thing I ask!
:eek:</p>
<p>We have a tough adjustment phase.<br>
Another call to Z for advice.<br>
Advice shared with son.<br>
Advice shared with gf.<br>
We have a family meeting....everyone there.<br>
We all compromise.
We all get on-board. </p>
<p>Over time, we get lucky....
things work out- well.<br>
Very well.<br>
Better than well.<br>
Excellent.
I thank God. </p>
<p>We get to Thankgiving... the "2% club."
It is a very long, long, long road.</p>
<p>My greatest fears do not come to fruition.<br>
GF could not be any more supportive if she tried.<br>
This is not an easy path, but somehow she is adjusting.<br>
Everyone is maturing, and mom finally gets some peace of mind.</p>
<p>I guess you never know when the right one will come along, and even when they do, how long they will hang around for. We all just take it one day at a time. Life at the academy is not easy....good days, bad days, and worse days. Great moods disolving in minutes to soggy ones. GF living on her own and alone most of the time, with only a few Saturday hours to spend together. Usually a friend or 2 along, or visiting parents. :rolleyes: Somehow we found a way to make it work. I say a prayer of thanks.</p>
<p>And then one day, on a particuarly bad, bad day, when the world over Bancroft is dark and gloomy, and all seems lost, she brings him chocolate-covered strawberries and the world turns all sunny again. I say a special prayer of thanks. I send her a cyber-hug. </p>
<p>Gotta love a girl like that. She is one in a million. But then again, so is he. :rolleyes: Granted, I am biased. </p>
<p>I pinch myself back into reality. We still have a long, long road ahead of us, and things can change on a dime. </p>
<p>Young love. Plans- forget about them. Fate- now there is a topic worth discussing!!!!</p>
<p>ps.....
R....love you!!! :)</p>