Immediately after your cadet leaves you standing in the white tent,
they enter Doolittle Hall
"where the Journey begins",
although we know it began a long time ago.
USAFA folk know that they need to keep parents busy
so they generously fill a conference room in Doolittle Hall
with coffee, muffins, cakes, water, punch, cookies,
and tables filling the room with brochures and information
that probably make some people feel better
by walking around collecting in plastic USAFA bags.
After spending some heavy time in the ladies room,
we wandered around the room aimlessly,
our new journey certainly without much clarity.
I had my sunglasses on as did many moms
and it was one of the kids that pointed out that the cadets
who were upstairs inprocessing,
needed to come downstairs and we were in the right spot to see them.
Slowly as parents realized this,
the book tables emptied and we all gathered around this stairwell
waiting....
Nathan is unique in his stature
and okay well, his boots-
he never leaves home without them.
This spontaneous sighting was such a blessing.
We had a visual that told us he was in a squadron
that wore green tags.
Very important for future sightings
considering 1200 kids are being inprocessed for this class alone.
*** HE WAS SO CLOSE***
We all yelled something,
"go Nathan", "you can do this"
and all manner of sentimental phrases could be heard
as the cadets filed past.
With help from the glass windows,
we could see where the cadets were all headed.
We know now, and would recommend to all parents of doolies
in future years: use this entire day to become amateur paparazzi
and STALK YOUR KID and don't stop until the sun goes down.
It provides a sense of purpose
and keeps you from spending so much in the gift shop.
The room cleared out fairly quickly
as we realized that we could track our cadets.
We didn't know for how long,
or to where
but any sightings at this point was the goal.
We later learned that after walking out this door
we would not see them smiling for some time.
Still not sure what they were told,
but it worked.
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