Saturday, February 26, 2011
Today my son called to tell me some news that took the wind right out of my sails. After 17 years in the Army and National Guard, he has been unable to pass his physical and is out of a job. He, with the new wife and baby. He injured his knee in December and hence cannot pass the physical. But it is an aggravation of an injury he sustained in Iraq when he was there 4 years ago. I cannot believe it is over just like that. I could go on and on in a political vein, but I am a mother and I know that disqualifies me as a rational observer. I am much too emotional about this.
He has been looking for a job and found one. He will either go to Afghanistan, Kuwait, or Iraq for a year. I heard this and said, without one molecule of irony, "NO, You CAN'T go!" As IF his mother telling him he can't go would make a difference. It is the only job he can find where he can make a decent wage. And when he comes home, he will use the GI bill to go to school.
I actually went to bed after hearing this. And I shook. And cried. And prayed.
The year he was in Iraq was the longest of my life. He said it was easier on him than me, but he is that kind of guy. I don't want him to leave his family. I don't want any of this.
I am going to mass now and I will pray my brains out. I need to stop this ridiculous attitude of mine. I feel selfish to ask for prayers for my son and myself, but I am asking anyway. Thank you.