I'm trying to be fine with this whole my son wants to be a marine thing.
Today, it got to me. I'm not sure how it invaded my day between meetings and uh, meetings. But like an uninvited kid showing up at the bathroom door as soon the mommy closes it for 5 minutes of peace and quiet, it was there knocking.
As the waves of nausea rolled over me, I could feel my heart beating in my throat. I couldn't breathe.
I decided it was a good time for a lunch break so I could get this thing under control. I gasped my way to the car. I prayed.
I know I am not the first nor will I be the last momma to have to learn how to stop doing what we've done since before our children took their first breath. We are designed to make sure our children are safe, and their basic needs are met. We feed them, cover them to keep them warm, and protect them from sticks and stones and words that hurt.
I understand the purpose of boot camp. I know it is necessary. And I know that once he leaves everything will change. My control- gone.
We're in the very first steps of this journey, but I'm already learning some things. In the midst of my panic today I learned
- I need to be very selective in what I read
- the words of other Marine mommas are very comforting and welcomed
- I can't pray enough for my son
Happy Friday y'all!