Life is full of . . . everything. Tragedies happen in the blink of an eye. We lose children. We lose parents. We lose spouses. We lose siblings. We lose friends. It is all part of life. Tragic, yes. Insurmountable? I don't think so.
Life is full of . . . joy. The simple things, like going to the movies with your husband. Playing games with your kids. Enjoying some wonderful music. A dinner out with friends. Sewing in your sewing room.
Life is also full of . . . choices. I can choose to be ruled by the terrible tragedies that accompany one living life to the fullest, or I can choose to ignore them and live only in the moment. There has to be some sort of balance in the middle. You have to temper your sadness with joy. In that way we find true happiness. The lows are low, but they make the highs even better.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Reality
The last couple of days have been very difficult. Being a Soldier's mom, I find the loss of any Soldier to be tough. For some reason, the latest casualty has been especially difficult. I did not know the Soldier. I did not know the Soldier's mom. But I find that my heart aches terribly at their loss. I have followed her journey through another friend. Today she flew to Delaware to retrieve her son's casket. They will fly to Arlington, Texas for his burial service next week. Her other two sons are also Marines, as is the deceased Soldier. I messaged her today, letting her know that I am praying for her and her family. That, although I do not know her, as moms of Soldiers we share a bond. I told her that her Soldier did not hate what was in front of him, but loved what was behind him. Just as I know my Soldier does. I told her that my Soldier will stand and continue the job that her Soldier started.
It's hard to think of my Soldier chomping at the bit to join his comrades in arms on the front lines. I am thankful that his training has kept him stateside for as long as it has. But I do know that my time of his being safe is coming to an end. I pray that he remains safe. That he doesn't come under fire. That he returns home at the end of his tour in one piece, safe and sound. The practical, wise side of me knows that I am living in a fantasyland. War and the ravages of war do not leave anyone untouched. And that just scares me to no end. I don't want to make the ultimate sacrifice of my Soldier never coming home. Some days I so wish for the little boy back.
God, be with other moms of Soldiers. Although we put on a brave face for the world to see, our hearts quake with fear and anxiety. Our minds long to go back to those days of having our little Soldiers on our laps and safe in our arms. Be with them, Lord. For if they are as scared as I am, only You can bring peace to our hearts.
It's hard to think of my Soldier chomping at the bit to join his comrades in arms on the front lines. I am thankful that his training has kept him stateside for as long as it has. But I do know that my time of his being safe is coming to an end. I pray that he remains safe. That he doesn't come under fire. That he returns home at the end of his tour in one piece, safe and sound. The practical, wise side of me knows that I am living in a fantasyland. War and the ravages of war do not leave anyone untouched. And that just scares me to no end. I don't want to make the ultimate sacrifice of my Soldier never coming home. Some days I so wish for the little boy back.
God, be with other moms of Soldiers. Although we put on a brave face for the world to see, our hearts quake with fear and anxiety. Our minds long to go back to those days of having our little Soldiers on our laps and safe in our arms. Be with them, Lord. For if they are as scared as I am, only You can bring peace to our hearts.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Hello
So, I thought I would try this -- blogging. Years ago, this would not have even been in the dictionary. I should have known, though. My oldest son, the computer geek of the family, wanted to play "puter" from the early age of 3. In those days we had DOS and a hard drive all of 85 mb of disk space. And he played Putt Putt and KidPix. Now he's a Network Technician, bringing in close to $50 grand a year. He's 23. Just got married. Just bought a house. I think the early investment paid off, don't you?
I have a middle son who plays with bombs and robots. He's in the Army. Very good at what he does. Well, he better be, anyway . . . he gets no second chances.
The youngest one is a college student. He plans to be a teacher. I hope they teach spelling in college. Really, he's a great kid . . . They all are.
I do have a husband. He is the father of my three boys. He's a farmer. We grew boys. Dogs. And a cat. We also really grow crops. No other animals, though, beyond the kids, dogs and cat. Thank goodness.
I love to quilt. Hence, the title of my Blog - From a Needle's Perspective. From my Bernina in my sewing room, my needle looks out the window to a wonderful eastern view. There are trees shading the window. There is a field of grass beyond the fenced yard. Really, there is no yard. I mean, think about it. Does the mechanic's car run? Does the cobbler's children have shoes? Does the grass farmer have a yard? No. No. And . . . no. But the view is nice, nonetheless. Just look beyond the fence.
The other side of the needle sees a very organized sewing room. There's a tv on the wall above the ironing board. I like to watch Discovery ID. All the crime shows you can want, 24 hours straight.
I have a middle son who plays with bombs and robots. He's in the Army. Very good at what he does. Well, he better be, anyway . . . he gets no second chances.
The youngest one is a college student. He plans to be a teacher. I hope they teach spelling in college. Really, he's a great kid . . . They all are.
I do have a husband. He is the father of my three boys. He's a farmer. We grew boys. Dogs. And a cat. We also really grow crops. No other animals, though, beyond the kids, dogs and cat. Thank goodness.
I love to quilt. Hence, the title of my Blog - From a Needle's Perspective. From my Bernina in my sewing room, my needle looks out the window to a wonderful eastern view. There are trees shading the window. There is a field of grass beyond the fenced yard. Really, there is no yard. I mean, think about it. Does the mechanic's car run? Does the cobbler's children have shoes? Does the grass farmer have a yard? No. No. And . . . no. But the view is nice, nonetheless. Just look beyond the fence.
The other side of the needle sees a very organized sewing room. There's a tv on the wall above the ironing board. I like to watch Discovery ID. All the crime shows you can want, 24 hours straight.
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