Thoughts of a Prairie Homemaker

Since I was asked if I blogged I decided to play with it and see what I came up with.This is a collection of my thoughts on a day to day basis. I hope it entertains or enlightens you even a little!

Monday, September 05, 2005

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 COs consent and his legs were improving, one was normal, the other he still had to drag along and limp with. We are to get another call tomorrow after the Dr re-evaluates him to be certain there is no long term damage. I know he needs this, I know he will regret it if he can’t finish, but folks, I want my boy home, now, today and it hurts so bad I can barely stand it. He joined the Marines because he wanted to become one of the best. Marines have changed a great deal from when I was a kid and they were known more for their fighting and brawls than anything. My boy is going into the legal division, so after boot he will get a normal life, with plenty of down time for his desired education. My goal in my letters to him is to tell him that he is loved, and we are proud of him, Marine or not, and that we know he can do this, if he wants it bad enough. What I can not do is let him know until he returns home how missing him hurts and how I worry about him daily and try hard not to cry when I think of him. 10 more weeks and we go get my boy. The time can not pass quickly enough for this mom of a future Marine.

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.

Hugs

mel

2 Comments:

  • At 8:31 PM, Blogger Helen(grammea) said…

    Mel,
    THis is to let you know how very much the rest of us love and appreciate the sacrifice you are making by letting your child go and achieve his dream and the pride we feel in having him and those like him protect us and our way of life!!!
    You are a #1 mom!!!
    Love and hugs,
    Helen(grammea)

     
  • At 7:29 AM, Blogger ~Kayla~ said…

    I just wanted to reassure you that he is in my prayers as you all are! Many hugs *wipes Mel's tears away!* And Helen is so right in her post!

    Love, Kayla

     

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