Welcome to Monday
Though it is not a typical Monday here, my MJ is home for Labor Day and it is so nice to have him home an extra day! We have no special plans, just spend some time together.
I was very quiet over the weekend. My son is at boot camp and he is having a really hard time, as I imagine all recruits do, and I suspect most families do not know the total extent of it, because the recruits are not allowed to call home and share it. However, somehow my son was allowed to call (we found out later the person who let him will be in hot water). It seems through a compiled set of, fatigue, being made to over eat (he is a double rations recruit which means he is probably eating 3 times what he is used to) the constant yelling and physical stress, he passed out.
That in its self would not have concerned me, but for his next sentence, “and mom, I can’t move my legs.” My darling boy of the ready grin and chuckle with the gift of jokes and love of life, sounded scared, and broken as if he were a used toy.
Even as I write this the tears threaten. Now before anyone gets too concerned my boy will be fine, we spoke again with his
I want every one to know, I am a military “brat” though my dad said I was an Air Force angel instead. I hold in high regard the men and women of our armed forces, I am proud my son has chosen as his career such a difficult and challenging “job”. I just wish missing him had an easy fix. I am however fortunate, I know my boy will be coming home. My heart goes out and my prayers go up for the mom’s whose children will not.
Son, when you get home if you read this, know I love you more than life itself, and I will always be proud of you.