Being the Mom of a Marine is the best feeling in the world, and the worst feeling, all wrapped up in one. It’s tough, it’s beautiful, and it’s everything in between.
I should be a wreck right now. My son was scheduled to leave last week for a mission. He would have been directly in the tiny space between Isreal and Iran. The fighting would have been going over him. We discussed worst case scenarios (which I tend to always focus on). We discussed horrible things like life insurance policies and the big 'What Ifs'. We discussed things that no parent would ever, ever, ever want to discuss with thier child, let alone anyone! Then multiple 30,000 pound bombs were dropped and my little worries for my son became worldwide news that effected the world.
When a horrible event like a embassy bomb closed the airspace, we were spared the heartbreak, while so many others were (and are) trapped within it. He couldn’t get out. He couldn’t land. There was no airspace. His mission was abandoned.
Today’s tiny blessing for me isn’t really a blessing at all and not at all tiny. There are military families that have family members ‘over there’…some that left days prior to when my son was to leave.
Today I will send up a prayer for the mom who’s curled up in front of the TV, holding her breath and holding on. She’s never prayed like this before; loudly, silently, tearfully; hoping that somehow, some way, her words make it past the ceiling. That someone’s listening. That everything will be okay.
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