When do you get to a point in your life that you go about living your normal day when you have a loved one at war? How do you get back to the point where you feel like it's okay to go about your normal routine and complain about trivial things when you actually fear for the life of a loved one?
Of course, I will never let my soldier know of my fears. I will be a rock for him - just as my husband has been a rock for me, but sometimes, especially when I am alone, the tears just come on their own. The dark thoughts can't be stopped and I have to work very hard at suppressing them.
I have always known that it would be difficult for me to let go of my babies when they grew, but I thought I would have to let them go off to college or to live with a girlfriend. I didn't prepare myself for them to be 12 hours by plane away with no way for me to get to them.
What did parents do all those years ago during WWI and WWII and Vietnam? Before days of internet and cell phones? I know back then children were not as cherished as they are now, but even though many children were born as a way to keep the farm and family going, you can't tell me they weren't loved as much. Being a mom is being a mom. I can't even imagine having to let me baby go to war and not being able to communicate.
Hats off to all those women who loved those babies and had to let them go.
All I ask if that you ask your Higher Power to keep watch over our soldiers.
Love the soldier...hate the war.
Peace.
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