Elisa's Journal

Two of my five kids have their hopes and dreams pegged on going to the Air Force Academy. They're doing so well in school because of this motivation, whereas before they were just, well, I'll say it in Texan: lolly-gagging around. On one hand, visions of them working at Burger King well into their 80s have lost steam. On the other hand, it scares me to think they might be risking their lives. On one hand, I'm proud to see them serving others, but on the other hand, do I have to salute my own kids now? I mean, these are the same kids whose diapers I changed. (There's a landfill somewhere outside of Houston with my family name on it.)These are the same kids who, only yesterday, would call from the bathroom for me to wipe thier butts. I still get the weird urge to pinch my nostrils shut whenever I hear "FINISHED." Well, kids will do what they want to do, so I guess I will remain confident and proud. After all, tehy'll be part of the few, the proud, the potty trained. Oh, yeah, that's the Marines.