Navy Boot Camp, 2003 Michael and I as brand new exhausted parents, 2009 It was a sunny, warm day at the DFW airport in Dallas when I left for the Navy. Arriving at Great Lakes, Illinois that night and seeing ice on the ground was a bit of a shock. I still remember how nervous I was, but strangely excited at the same time to be joining the military. It was something so much bigger than me and I knew even at the young age of 19 I was where I was supposed to be at the time. It felt scary, but right. Little did I know at the time how much that eight weeks of boot camp would prepare me for a journey I’d begin six years later…motherhood. Oh yes. Navy boot camp can actually be compared to parenting babies and toddlers. Surprised? I can explain. This is a list of six of the ways Navy boot camp is like mothering small children. 1. You have to eat really, really fast. In boot camp you have little time to eat and you also aren’t allowe
Perhaps I seek accountability, or an occasional word of encouragement. Or both. I am going to tell others of the process of my books coming to be. I always said as a little girl that one day I would be a writer. My one day is now.