Memorial Day means cookouts, family and friends gathering and for most people most importantly: a day off work. I’m working. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, just stating a fact. I got a lot done this weekend and planned to finish up yesterday late afternoon/early evening but two of my boys stopped by and well, we started talking. Oh, let me clarify: two of my adopted boys – friends of my son’s of whom they have told me that I have become their second mom. I have many adopted boys and I love them all!
What struck me last night as we talked well into the night and even today as I reflect on it is one of my babies is leaving in one week for the Marines. In seven days this child whom I have watched grow up will be in California in the Marines. My heart is overwhelmed, I am so proud of him for his commitment and dedication to serve and my angst as a mother knowing one of my boys could be facing things I do not even want to bring myself to think about. I don’t know if my tears are pride, love or fear.
This is one of my babies: the one that asked me the strangest questions just because they popped in his head, that transforms into somewhat of a crazy kid when he plays sports, that always has a hug, that puts his friends and family before himself, the one that I had to smack around when he was hospitalized for drinking too much (I waited until he was home of course), and one that has grown to a great young man. I am proud of him.
My other son that came over last night is going to a military college to wrestle and will proudly be serving in the Army. He’s the one that was the short-joke in the group, the one that we had to wait on to get the punch line (he eventually got there), the one that would be so excited about something his mouth would keep moving even when the words wouldn’t come, the one that carried himself with respect and dignity when interviewing for a job or college, the one that I had to smack in the store for touching things (yes, there is a pattern here), and the one that always has a quick smile and a god awful song to sing, and one that has become a great young man. I am proud of him.
I have a great deal of respect for any man or woman who serves their country: my father and my grandfather did and now my son’s generation and my boys will be as well. In November, another one of my sons will be leaving for the Air Force. At that point, I will be going through this emotional mess again. Damn these kids making me cry!
So this Memorial Day is a little more special and poignant to me, I give a heartfelt thank you to all that have served and are currently serving, as well as all those that will be serving. It is because of you that I have the opportunity to work today, can write this blog and can go outside and enjoy the sunshine with my dogs. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for all that you do, have done and continue to do. You are heroes every day. I will be praying for my boys every day and I just wanted to tell them: I am so proud of you, I love you so very much for exactly who you are and you come back safe to visit your mom – don’t make me come find you and smack you – because you know I will!
Lisa K. McDonald, CPRW
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