You know how people always want to know if you want to hear the Good news first or the bad news first? Well, I'm one of those girls that always asks to hear Good news first because once the bad news is delivered, I know I won't be able to think of anything else. Therefore, I line up for those five seconds of Happiness before bad news whenever I can.
So I've got news... And, it's not so much good News versus bad news as much as it is Fantastic news versus really, really, horrible news. And yes, for those of you that need me to get to the point, my news very much has to do with the Army-mom part of who I am and that whole,
Proud but terrified way I feel about being my Ranger's mom.
Before I deliver the really, really horrible news I'll tell you the Fantastic news, which is that by this time tomorrow, I will be just hours away from seeing my parents!
I can't even think about the Moment I get to see their faces again without becoming emotional. Part of it is that I just really miss my mom and dad. Perhaps it's just this cold, Dim time of year and/or the circumstances that brings us together again... Or maybe it's that I just watched my boss lose a Parent two weeks ago. Whatever the reason this is closer to the surface for me than it usually is, I'm finding that the further away in years I get from living just six houses down from them in our happy little California neighborhood, the more unhappy and less Tolerant of the situation I'm becoming.
More and more I'm realizing that Life is too short to live 3,318 miles away by choice.
But that's a whole other, semi-truck-load of Feelings for another day... Because today, there's only so much analysis of my life, and the Decision we made to relocate I can handle.
So my Fantastic news is that I get to see my mom and dad tomorrow.
I. Cannot. Wait.
I haven't seen my parents at home since last February, (see
here and
here and
here) and the last time we were all together as a family was last April, (
here) for Brandon's graduation from Army basic training.
A lot has happened... Since we were all together in April, and while my dad was still Recovering from one surgery, (
here) it was discovered that he would also need Heart bypass surgery. Although I wanted very much to be with them, it was my dad's Wish that I not see him
that way. Therefore, I haven't seen my dad since that most Miserable experience of waiting for life and death news while being stuck on the Opposite side of the country from them. I've been waiting far too long to look into my dad's eyes again to reassure my Heart that he's really okay. On top of that, I cannot wait to feel my mom. I need to squeeze her in Gratitude for everything she's done to heal my father this past year and for everything that tiny, Yoga-loving, powerhouse of a 68-year-young woman continues to do for him and our Whole family.
I know.
I'm stalling.
My really Horrible news goes like this...
Tomorrow, after the Thrilling moment when we will collect my parents from the Atlanta airport, we will all continue on to Fort Benning together to say good-bye to our Ranger before his deployment. Then on Sunday, I will have to say good-bye again to my parents.
I told you it was really Horrible news.
Nevertheless, I am determined to make the most of this Visit with my parents and with our Brandon, and his Alabama-sweetheart too!
This is it. All the fretting about the possibility of his being deployed since he left College to join the Army, while our country is at war, has turned into this Reality that he must now go.
I know my Ranger will come back home. Period.
I just have to develop a strategy for Dealing with the times when I am tortured by the fear of never seeing him again. It's usually at night and in the dark, after I've slowed down long enough to hear myself think. It's enough to make a Grown woman afraid of the dark! And, to a lesser degree, I need to figure out how to function for Five months without being absolutely sure he is Safe since we won't, (can't) hear from him.
Before you say it... Yes. Through it all, I respect what my Son is doing. And I do feel an overwhelming sense of Pride that my boy is part of a very special group that Stepped up when it counted.
Nevertheless, while my son is a Warrior, his mom remains a worrier.