Showing posts with label faith. Show all posts
Showing posts with label faith. Show all posts

Thursday, April 12, 2012

sisters of the heart


So, as of 4/8/12 my son has been in the Navy for 8 months. 
It is rather surreal. 
I am very proud of what he has accomplished.
Nuclear Field A School is done. He is a 3rd Class Petty Officer.
And now he is in the 2nd level of his schooling... Power School.
He seems well adjusted to military life.

He seems impossibly far away.

The nature of nuke school makes communication spotty. 
School days are long and study hours take up much of the limited
"free time" the sailors have. 
I have to be honest... there is a huge hole in my heart.
I don't mention it, except to my "sisters"~
my Nuke mom friends. 
We buoy one another~ laugh, cry, pray, share too much~
and build a bond that is so deep and strong. 
I love them.
That is the condolence prize...
the gift of true friends and I am so grateful for it.
Still, I miss my sailor every day... miss him thundering down
the stairs and drinking all the milk. 
I miss his loud truck and I miss
cooking for him and talking to him.
We won't see him until late September.

My Navy sisters will keep me afloat.
And I will do the same for them.
~♥~ 


Tuesday, October 18, 2011

truth is...


I miss my son.
Everything is okay. My sailor is safe in Charleston,
settling into his home for the next 2 years.
I am glad boot camp is over.
But this letting go... it's not so easy.

On a positive note~ My son will be home
for Christmas. As much as I dislike the stores being 
so decked out so early, this year it reminds me that 
the holidays will bring a visit. ♥ 

I promise a more upbeat post in a day or two.
~♥~



Tuesday, October 11, 2011

son and sea shop


When my son was in boot camp I began making
Navy mom, wife, girlfriend, etc pendants.
I have opened an Etsy shop and will keep
it stocked with lots of Navy pride designs.
I am saving my profits for care packages
and trips to visit my Sailor son.
~~FREE SHIPPING~~

Friday, October 7, 2011

brave new world

Last week at this time we were in Great Lakes enjoying 
our son's brief liberty after his boot camp graduation. 
It seems like a year ago! 
The time flew. Those few hours over 2 short days were
not nearly enough. The good bye at O'Hare 
was brutal. Since my son's arrival at NNPTC 
communication has been pretty good... texts, phone calls,
FaceBook. But it is hard to realize that this 
is as good as it gets. I've been sad, but I am
determined to accept this new reality, and to
support and encourage my Sailor. 
It is a rough road, a lonely place for a mother's 
heart. But there is no option except to let go
and CHOOSE gratitude. 
Today I am grateful for family and friends,
for the supportive military community
and for the gift of this day. 
~♥~

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

almost there...

It is rather surreal to think that in 2 weeks and 2 days 
we will be Great Lakes bound!
My son graduates from boot camp on 9/30/11~ the last group
to graduate in dress whites until next spring.
My son is in a push division which means his time 
in boot camp is 7 weeks, not the more standard 8 weeks.
So, we will see him soon! 

The past 5 weeks has, at times, seemed endless.
Our contact with our son has been minimal...
the form letter, the 'kid in a box", 3 real letters
and ONE and only ONE PHONE call (2 weeks ago).
That is not much, but it does get you through. 
I am also part of a FaceBook group for his division 
and that is a great resource. I have made some wonderful
new friends. The Navy community is pretty amazing!
By sharing info from our letters
and calls, we can piece together a pretty good glimpse 
of how things are going. All of the communication
from my son has been positive. 
He says that being in leadership is one
of the best things about his boot camp experience.

Many in the division have been ill, which is typical.
I assume it is a combination of bringing lots of people together 
from all over the country, mental and physical stress
and extreme fatigue that makes the recruits vulnerable
to the "Ricky Crud" and other contagious maladies. 
My son had the crud when he called AND pink eye 
AND 4 wisdom teeth had been pulled. This is my 
"never sick" kid... but he did not complain and I am assuming
he is well by now. Nowhere is the adage "no news
is good news" more applicable than boot camp.
Hopefully the entire division is better now.

The last few weeks are certainly hard, but at this point the divisions
should be working together and the training is more...
fun?? Is that the word? Well, more hands-on anyway.
They should be seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.

I see my own little light, too. In a short time
I will see my son~ briefly. He will depart for A School
in South Carolina the day after PIR. And then the real journey
begins. His schooling is long (2 years) and then out to the fleet
for 4 years and them some commitment to reserves... .
it just goes on and on. My son will not be home for most holidays.
He belongs to the U.S.Navy now... for real, and that 
is the hard part, the "my heart is bursting with pride" part,
the real letting go. 
I am learning my lessons and the first one
may be this~Make the best of the time you have. 
~not a bad approach to life in general, that "glass
half full" thing. I believe in that, try to live like that.
Gratitude is always the best choice.
For now, I am focused on our trip to RTC  in
a little over 2 weeks, to that moment when the new sailors 
enter the graduation hall...
For now that is enough.
~♥~


Monday, August 22, 2011

waiting game...

A week ago I got my son's form letter from boot camp. I was delighted to read the lines he wrote...

He's okay! Likes the food! Misses his girlfriend and dog 
and still has his sense of humor!! 
Best of all the first line~ "I'm doing good."
Oh, joy!!! My mother-heart was filled with gratitude! 

Now a week has passed... a long, quiet week. Today my SR started
week three of boot camp. Hopefully his division is working together. 
This is how they earn phone calls and the privilege to write 
and receive letters (of which he should have a lot waiting for him!). 
In the Navy, no news is good news. I know better than to expect 
any communication this soon. It will be at least 3 weeks... 
no sooner. 

So, I am in the doldrums... the still, quiet time of waiting. 
I am staying busy and thinking the best.
I hope and pray that my son's division is smart and strong.
I hope I hear his voice soon... or open my mailbox
to a sweet surprise. I hope my son has made some friends
and is learning and feels he has made the right decision.
Mostly I  hope that he knows he is loved and supported.
Press on, son. Press on. 
~♥~

Thursday, August 4, 2011

3 days...

Look at  that smile! That's my sailor-to-be at the helm
of a cruise ship way back in the day. 
Actually, wasn't that yesterday?

He leaves for his recruiter's office Sunday afternoon
then on to Great Lakes for boot camp.
He is 18.
I tell you, there is no way  to explain this letting go.
The military is not like college. It is grown-up stuff
 and there is little margin for error. 
I think of this sweet boy and how quickly
he must become a man and my 
mother-heart aches. 
But this is an opportunity for him to shine,
to meet the world head-on and 
get busy with the business of life.

I will let him go in a few days. I will fold my sorrow
like a secret and slip it deep in a pocket.
This is what a mother does
and strives to do so with grace. 
Godspeed son. 
I love you.
~♥~


Monday, August 1, 2011

up, up and away...


At this time next week my son will be at MEPS
doing his final swearing-in. We will send him off
with love, prayers and encouragement! 
Today I am mostly excited, ready for his
great adventure to begin! 
I keep thinking about how important it is 
to have the right attitude. I want my son to go
forth with confidence and determination. 
I can ask no less of myself! I want to focus
on the positive and radiate peace as I support
my son and learn to navigate my new life
with a less full nest. It's all good.
~♥~

Thursday, July 28, 2011

tick tock~tick tock

So, now we are down to 11 days until our son ships out... 
which is actually 10 days because he has to be at the recruiting
office at 3:00 the day before, then on to a hotel for the night.
We can take him out for dinner that night as long as we stay 
very close by (preferably in the hotel) and have him in 
his room by 10:00pm.We will go to MEPS  the next
day to see him do the final swearing-in 
(the "no turning back, you're in the Navy now" one) 
and  then say good-bye. Some parents go to the airport and
 hang out, but unless our son requests this, I think I'll pass. 
I can only take so many farewells.
Things seem surreal. It is hard for me to imagine him gone,
despite the 10 months we have known this date.
I am very excited, proud and grateful for this opportunity
for my son, but it is bittersweet. 
I don't even know what to do these last days.
He seems quiet and a bit withdrawn. I know this 
is not unusual and is part of the separation process.
I have the business of organizing an "Anchors Aweigh"
 party to distract me. Then come the good-byes 
and the long wait for communication from boot camp.

What a ride this has been...
and it has barely begun! 

Monday, July 11, 2011

28 days...



I live a blessed life. I have a a husband who is actually Superman
 (shhh! that's top secret), four children that amaze me every day, 
wonderful friends, a pretty home and the privilege
of time and space to pursue my artistic dreams. 
My heart sings a constant hymn of gratitude.

My oldest son is married to a sweet, lovely gal that we adore.
 He works for Frito-Lay and loves his job. They live close by
 which makes me so happy. My only daughter is a college student
 and a very talented artist. She is finding her way at her 
own pace (translation~ taking forever to get through school). 
She is a sweet, sweet young lady with a heart of gold.
My future sailor is an interesting kid~ very hard working, 
smart, driven. He knows everything, as do all 18 year olds.
 Beneath his bravado he has a tender heart and loves to help people.
And my "baby" is going into 9th grade. He is also very talented in art. 
He is very kind and brave.
I love them all beyond measure.

And in 28 days I will say goodbye to one of them. 
And it is goodbye~ goodbye to his childhood.
Unlike the more gradual transition to adulthood that most
 young people make,  the military life is a crash course
 in growing up. I know when my son leaves
 on August 8th, no matter what, he will be changed
when I see him again. I am excited for him
and proud of his choice. But part of me will mourn the loss
of his childhood, of his carefree life. 
I see it already~
 the realization of the seriousness of this endeavor. 

Next month at this time he will be in Great Lakes
being challenged  and molded into a Sailor in the world's greatest navy.
If he can do that, then I can do my part.
I can choose to dwell in gratitude
 for this opportunity, for all my sweet children, for this life that 
blossoms like the most tender rose. 

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

with open hands...

Every day I receive gifts. The world offers such beauty, 
so much opportunity, so many choices.
I am learning, through this journey, how very much our choices
 and our attitudes define us. 
I am striving, every day, to open my eyes, my hands, my heart. 
I am choosing to be grateful for the gift of letting go. 

My son will soon spread his wings against the wide, wild sky.
 His life will unfurl before him. And I will know that we have loved him well, 
that he has been raised to be honorable, caring and brave. 
He will take his own path out into the world, but our love
 will follow him, buffet him against storms and trials, 
remind him that we are here, a heartbeat away,
always lifting him upward and onward.  
~♥~

Thursday, March 24, 2011

the power of thoughts

I find myself fighting doubts, wondering if we have left a "T" uncrossed, 
an "I" undotted as my son's boot camp departure inches nearer. 
 You see, today's Navy is over-manned.
Recruits find themselves under the microscope, as the Navy
 can well afford to accept only the best. 
Even with an ASVAB  score in the highest category 
my son has to toe the line. The Navy disqualifies 
many recruits for seemingly small things. I understand 
this though. With recruits and potential recruits lined 
up for jobs, it is the logical thing to take only
 the cream of the crop. 
This being said, I have to have confidence in my son. 
He is determined and a hard worker. 
His test scores have qualified him for one of
 the military's most challenging educational
programs~ nuclear propulsion
He had an incredible opportunity. 
And he is thinking BIG!
So, I will do the same.
 I owe it to my son and to myself to think BIG!
~♥~
"Who are we? We are children of God. 
Our potential is unlimited. 
Our inheritance is sacred. 
May we always honor that heritage
 - in every thought and deed." 
-Russell M. Nelson

Monday, March 7, 2011

the eggshell problem...

I'm blessed to be a mom of four~ 3 boys and 1 girl~ they are the treasures of my heart.
What joy they have brought to my life! 
and oh, what worry!

From day one our children are a mixed blessing. They fill our hearts to the very brim with love, happiness, hope and dreams of their glorious futures. And they can paralyze us with worry.

The world is perilous and isn't it our job to divert and shield our children from peril? How much we desire to protect our sons and daughters, to wrap them in a cloak of safety that is impenetrable. How impossible our task.

Worry is an issue I have had to face and attempt to conquer. When worries come (and they do) I ask myself~"Does my anxiety accomplish anything good?" The answer is always no. I try to steer my thoughts toward things I CAN control. I think thoughts of gratitude. I brainstorm on activities I can do that are positive. I do not always succeed, but like most things, the more we do them the more naturally they come to us. 

Lately, I am struggling with fears that my son will do something that could jeopardize his future in the Navy. As he jumped on the neighbor's trampoline the other day I thought~"Oh, no! What if he gets hurt and is medically disqualified?" When he gave a ride to a kid that I know has smoked pot before I thought~"What if they get pulled over and find pot on this kid?" When my son slacked off in school I thought~"What if his grades aren't good enough and he loses his chance to become a nuke?"... and on and on...
There is so much at stake.

But I remind myself that this is HIS life, his journey. I tell myself that what is supposed to happen, WILL happen. I breathe and pray and think positive thoughts. AND I tell my son to take it easy on the trampoline, to be careful who he associates with, to do his homework~ to keep in mind what is at stake... and then I try very hard to let it go. 
For me, gratitude and faith are the antidotes to worry. 
~most of the time~ ;)
~♥~


Saturday, March 5, 2011

the gift of "lasts"...


We moms are big fans of "firsts"~ first smile, first word, first steps and on and on to first dance, first car.
"Lasts" are more illusive, perhaps because we don't want to think of them and how they mark the passage of time so distinctly.
 Do you recall the last time your child crawled up to your lap for a cuddle and a story?
How about the last time you felt a small hand slip into yours? When was the last time your child watched "Arthur" or colored a picture for you?
 No, we are not as fond of "lasts". They are bittersweet at best.

But in these months before my son leaves for Navy boot camp I have noticed that I am regarding "lasts" at bit differently. Yes, they are still bittersweet, perhaps even more-so, because they seem to be so clearly marking the end of my son's childhood. Still, there is something of a blessing in this knowledge.

At Christmas I took more time to watch my 4 children together. My oldest is married, but acts like a 2 year old when he and his wife are here. It was fun to see my "boys" (14, 18 & 25) romp around like puppies. I loved hearing the sounds of the boys and my daughter and daughter-in-law laughing, playing X-Box and enjoying each other's company. I noted to myself, "This might be the last Christmas we will all be together for a while."

Every day there are more "lasts" to cherish. There will be a day that will be last that I nag my future sailor about his homework, his clothes on the floor or his bedtime on school nights. There will be the last kiss on the head and the "Nite, mom. Love you." from this sweet boy who towers over me.

So, I savor them, these poignant "lasts". I hide them in my heart and smile. They are a gift, a reminder that what we have is this moment.  I strive to live in the now, to appreciate my children, my husband, my friends, my life. Nothing lasts forever... not even these precious "lasts". ~♥~

Thursday, March 3, 2011

not even close...


Healthy birds leave the nest.
We all know that. Nature tells us this is true.
Parents that successfully launch their offspring out into
the world should feel that that have done their jobs well.

For most kids, college is that first big step toward adulthood.
You pack them off with lamps and laptops, a car usually
and the knowledge that you will see them soon and hopefully
fairly often provided their school is reasonably close.
If nothing else, you count the days until Christmas and other
school breaks. And there is email, texting and phone calls
to help you keep in touch. You keep their room intact for those
treasured visits. You might even visit them for a game or
special event. Still, there are lonely, sad times. Letting go is hard.

But what happens when your high school senior signs on the
dotted line and becomes property of the U. S. Navy?
For me, initially there was great excitement! And I am still excited
and happy for Ian~ proud of him for making this commitment
at 18 years of age. He has qualified for and signed up for one
of the most challenging educational programs in the military,
the Navy's nuclear propulsion program. His schooling will be
approximately 2 years. And that is 2 years of long, intense classes
followed by mandatory study hours and other Navy duties.
It's a tough school and upon successful completion of this program
Ian will spend the following 4 years working on a nuclear reactor
on an aircraft carrier. He is then obligated to 2 years of Navy
Reserves, or he can, of course, re-enlist.

Now, this is what he knowingly signed up for. It is an amazing opportunity
for which we are extremely grateful. I will send him off with some (okay, LOTS)
of tears, but also with pride and joy that he is embarking on this great adventure.
And the moms that are sending their kids off to college feel these emotions, too.

But, I can't help but think about how this is so not the same in the following ways...

#1~  Can't quit! ~ Getting out of the military before you have completed your term
of service is not easy and will often haunt you (if you have a less than honorable discharge).
If you decide, along the way, that you're not cut out for the military~ oh, well. Nor is is it easy
to change your rate (job). The Navy spends time and money to train you in a certain field
because they need you in that job. Choose carefully. So unlike a college kid, there is no quitting, changing schools or majors, or taking a break. Military lesson #1~ persevere.

#2~ Contact is limited. ~ In bootcamp, recruits get to make a FEW phone calls. The first one is a 30 second "I got here alive." call made upon their arrival at RTC (Recruit Training Command). Then, there is NO communication for approx. 3 weeks, during which time you know your child is being yelled at, sleep-deprived and intensely physically and mentally challenged. No college fun. No cellphone. No parties. No calling home.
After the first 3 weeks your recruit can write letters on Sundays and there may be a FEW short phone calls in the following weeks. Depending on your child's rate, often contact is limited when your child is deployed. This can be for security and also logistics play into this.

#3~Your child will not live under your roof again~ One of the things that I've heard from other Navy moms is that you should go through your child's room with them before they leave for bootcamp. The fact is, they will not be living with you again. I seriously doubt that Ian is going to come home from 6 years of active duty military life (much of it on a ship going all over the world)  and want to fall back into his high school bedroom with Halo posters and some Legos under the bed. If so, we're going to need to have a little chat!

#4~ The d-word~ Military life is dangerous. Period. Ian will be on an aircraft carrier all snuggled up to a
nuclear reactor. He will visit ports all over the world. And everyone in the world does not love Americans.
Here is an example from today's news. This is not something any military parent or spouse likes to think
about, but it is there.

These are certainly not the all the reasons that military service and college are different, but these are the ones on my mind today. Ian CHOSE this and we back him up 100%, but it still makes a mom's heart ache.
It is going to be a challenge to let my child grow up this quickly and this completely.
So I tell myself~ Healthy birds do indeed fly... or sail away.
And when they do go, to college, to work, to sea~ they carry our hearts and our support
with them always. ♥