I have had a few days to ponder the current ‘situation’ of my son being in the military. I obviously have my own perspective; I’m doing my best to see things from his perspective; and I honestly haven’t thought too much about other people’s perspectives so far, but a couple of things happened this week to make me stop and think about what it might mean to others.
I got a letter from his Company Commander assuring me that the NCOs training him are the best there is and will transform him into a confident, competent soldier … after they demand a lot from him, make him feel alone and “possibly begin to doubt his ability to succeed.” That certainly warms a mother’s heart. I was encouraged by his CO to let him know how proud of him I am, and that I want to see him standing proudly on graduation day belonging to the best of the best.
A friend of my son’s had the chance to spend his last three days at home with us before he went in. They have been friends for about 5 years, but haven’t seen each other much since she lives pretty far away. I didn’t think twice about having her here with us because it was what my son wanted, and we all had a really great time hanging out. I got a package from her last week with a sweet note thanking all of us for having her and for sharing his last few days home with her. She sent a gift (see picture above, made me cry) to show how grateful she says she is. I had to stop for a moment to really consider that. A lot of things came to mind. Sure, I suppose she was grateful that we shared our last bit of “family time” for a while. She may have been grateful that I wasn’t one of those jealous moms who don’t want to share their boy with any girl on the chance that the hussy might break my baby’s heart. Or maybe she was grateful that there are people out there like my son who make the choice to potentially put their lives on the line so that those of us who don’t go that route can still enjoy the freedoms that we have that THEY will fight for.
Something else happened that was interesting. I have a lawn service that comes to treat what’s left of my grass. After the treatment, they always leave a note on the door with some follow-up info, you know … blah blah blah this will help strengthen so and so, bare spots and thinning blah blah, water as best as you can with the restrictions … and then “thank you for your son’s service to our country.” The technician had seen the sign I put in the front yard indicating I’m a proud parent of a soldier. It stopped me in my tracks and made me cry.
So I’ve been thinking, and crying again, this week about what a huge thing this is, and how it will affect people on different levels. I would be interested to know and understand other’s perspectives about this – those who support it, those who are against it, those who don’t even think about it *cough*CONGRESS*cough* but still sign our children up to go and fight in the name of freedom but truthfully for oil and money on behalf of a large corporation who will be campaign donors in some nightmarish scenario half a world away.
What’s your perspective?