Monday, November 19, 2007

You broke what???

I had a call from my baby boy last night. He's at NTC (National Training Center) in California training for his next deployment to the sandbox. Yeah, he's supposed to go back some time next summer. And no, we're trying not to think about it too much. Anyway, the conversation started out something like this . . .

Seth: Hello Mother

Me: Well, hello Son (I just had to return the formality of him calling me mother) . . . or should I say . . . hello baby boy

Seth: Hahaha . . . well, your baby boy has a cast on his arm . . .

Me: *sigh*

Those of you who have been reading my blog since the beginning might remember that Seth was wearing a boot cast on his left foot when he deployed on December 6, 2005 . . . he ran into a telephone pole on his three-wheeler the Friday after Thanksgiving, dislocating his big toe and breaking the one next to it. And, I believe I told you that he had broken his foot a couple times before that when he was still in school - once jumping off the roof of the elementary school down the street and once when a friend catapulted him into the air to do a back flip (don't ask). Well, now it's his hand . . . geez. I didn't quite understand what he was trying to tell me about how he did it, but it had something to do with his hand getting caught between his M-16 and a hard place . . . like his humvee. *Sigh* . . . what's a mother to do???

When I told his brothers about it, they just looked at each other, totally unsurprised, and said, "The timing's not right, it's not close enough to his deployment . . . he won't still be wearing the cast when he deploys this time." Aren't brothers just the most thoughtful and caring people . . . . . :)

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Missing my little boys

I was listening to the radio on my way to work this morning and heard that song - Stealing Cinderella - about the way a father sees his daughter even after she's grown and about to be married...the way my dad still sees me sometimes..... :) As I sang along with the song, I began to cry...I realized just how much I miss my little boys. The song made me think about when they were little...playing at the park, riding bikes, rollerblading, running through the sprinkler, and playing in the sandbox (the one in the back yard, not the one in the middle east).

None of my boys were Cinderella by any means, or even Prince Charming for that matter, but they were my little boys and they have definitely been stolen away. Kevin was stolen by the Air Force when he was only 18 (I cried all night the day he left for basic training); Rick was stolen by his wisdom and maturity (he's such a wonderful young man); and Seth, my baby boy, was stolen first by the Army and then by Katie. But mostly, they've all been stolen away because they grew up. They aren't my little boys anymore, they're all men.

I don't have any hard feelings about any of it, though. In fact, I'm extremely proud of them and the men they've become. I'm just feeling a little nostalgic today and a bit weepy, because I'm missing the time when they were little. I guess it comes with getting older and watching them leave home and live their own lives.

I'll be fine, really, but I have some advice for all you mothers out there with young children. Hug them tightly while you can and spend every possible moment with them...they grow up so fast..... :)

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Have you hugged a vet today???

I know I haven't been on here much lately, but I am still around. I have just one simple thing to ask all of you...have you hugged a vet today?? If not, there's still time to do that..... :)

I hugged my dad this morning and listened to some of his WWII stories...which I never get tired of hearing. I e-mailed a friend who is an OIF vet. I hugged's nice that he's here this year. And I texted a hug to Seth, who is at NTC right now...yeah, training to return to the sand...and no, he won't be home for Thanksgiving...again...*sigh*. There was one less vet to send my regards to this dad's older brother who died on Memorial Day...but I thought about him, and my dad's younger brother who died many years ago, and my grandfather who served in the Navy in WWI.

I'm truly blessed to have so many vets in my life..... :)