Welcome Home!

My son is home. He’s been home for two and a half weeks. Safe and sound on America soil. Thank goodness for that. I would have announced it sooner but I didn’t know what to say about it. I was too emotional to avoid saying things that would land me in court. How much of a son’s business is a mom allowed to tell? When someone intentionally harms your child, how long do you sit back and let it go? My children and I talk, yell, and stop-talking about this very issue off and on over the years as I’m sure every parent and child does. Of course, they remind me that the answer is that they aren’t children anymore. What an odd dance it is. They grow up and become adults and demand to be treated as such. Yet the parent never stops worrying; just has to find a new way to do it.

So, he’s home. Just before he came home, he found out his new wife was losing her mind. Perhaps literally, perhaps not. Either way, she had decided that she wanted to live a single life. And just before he came home, his buddy was KIA. And just before he came home he witnessed an event that would shake the rest of us to our core and maybe make us lose our minds. But wonderful, stable, calm, solid guy that he is, he keeps puttering along. And he returns home. Greeted by mom and family because his “wife” is MIA. (I’ll refrain from cursing here). He begins to file for divorce and lo and behold, guess who suddenly doesn’t want the single life. You guessed it. (I’ll refrain from further cursing here.)

But my son is solid, kind, and somehow much farther along a gentle philosophical path than his momma. He is standing firm on his life path and reminding her that she chose single life. He wishes her well and is continuing with the divorce. And his career. And his life. Good for him.

So, kudos to my son for being such a strong and decent human being. Kudos to all military spouses who stand by their men/women without waivering. And HURRAH HE’S HOME!!!!!