Well in an ongoing effort to keep everyone in prayer for our troops as they stand up for our country, I will be continually posting to get your responses.
My youngest son joined the National Guard back a year or so ago and was deployed to Iraq in May 2009. In the months prior to his deployment he didn't really want to talk about anything. He is the type person who doesn't let anyone think he is afraid of anything. When we would ask him about things, he would just say no problem and things like "it's all good".
The day he left for some kind of training before they were actually deployed, we all met at an Armory in Mississippi. My heart was just pounding as I watched all the military line up and I began to see the buses pull in. Though I never talked about it much to him, my heart inside was broken. Just the sense of not knowing what to expect or whether I would be getting some phone call that he will not be returning or just any horrible thing was enough to put me in my grave first. Not only did I think about him, but all the other families who were there as support.
As the families were loading on a couple of buses to go ahead of the troops in town, I saw the faces of other Mothers, Daughters, Fathers, Brothers, and Sisters with the same looks as I had. My Mother and husband were standing beside me when we all were standing at the interstate waving our flags and banners and signs as we watched those full buses head to their final training grounds before being deployed to a new country. (I kept thinking about his 2 year old son and how he would miss him. Every day I have him, I make sure he sees his Daddy's pictures and he knows who he is. He does and that is a wonderful thing. He always goes to his Daddy's room and says it is his Daddy's room. He loves sleeping in his Daddy's bed and playing with his guitar. There is no way on this earth he will ever forget his Daddy.)
At the time I began to watch the buses round the corner, my heart was racing and I felt sick to my stomach. I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. I don't know which was worse, me or my Mother. My husband is from overseas and it was very hard on him as well. He is not from Iraq, but he has been close enough that he and my inlaws overseas were very worried for my son. They continued to pray for him and all the other military troops for a safe return and that God would watch over them. I didn't know which bus my son was on, so I just waved my flag and waved my hands hoping that possibly he would see us.
I was sending him emails almost every day, but never received a response back, so I pretty much just gave up. How stupid of me. He is my son. Even if he doesn't respond back, atleast he will know I love him and I will keep him posted on things that happen back here at home. Maybe he'll feel like he never left and it will make his days seem better.
If you are a Mother, Father, or any member of the family of one of the deployed troops, DON'T GIVE UP! Keep those emails and pictures and care packages going. Trust me, they see and read them, even if you don't hear back from them.
If you have a loved one deployed, please post a comment here as my son has this blog address and maybe he can read all your responses and show all his friends that we all love them very much. Let's not forget those yellow ribbons. How quickly everyone forgets about 9/11. Hang them everywhere. I did and still have all my post outside my home wrapped with one to remind others to pray!
My youngest son joined the National Guard back a year or so ago and was deployed to Iraq in May 2009. In the months prior to his deployment he didn't really want to talk about anything. He is the type person who doesn't let anyone think he is afraid of anything. When we would ask him about things, he would just say no problem and things like "it's all good".
The day he left for some kind of training before they were actually deployed, we all met at an Armory in Mississippi. My heart was just pounding as I watched all the military line up and I began to see the buses pull in. Though I never talked about it much to him, my heart inside was broken. Just the sense of not knowing what to expect or whether I would be getting some phone call that he will not be returning or just any horrible thing was enough to put me in my grave first. Not only did I think about him, but all the other families who were there as support.
As the families were loading on a couple of buses to go ahead of the troops in town, I saw the faces of other Mothers, Daughters, Fathers, Brothers, and Sisters with the same looks as I had. My Mother and husband were standing beside me when we all were standing at the interstate waving our flags and banners and signs as we watched those full buses head to their final training grounds before being deployed to a new country. (I kept thinking about his 2 year old son and how he would miss him. Every day I have him, I make sure he sees his Daddy's pictures and he knows who he is. He does and that is a wonderful thing. He always goes to his Daddy's room and says it is his Daddy's room. He loves sleeping in his Daddy's bed and playing with his guitar. There is no way on this earth he will ever forget his Daddy.)
At the time I began to watch the buses round the corner, my heart was racing and I felt sick to my stomach. I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. I don't know which was worse, me or my Mother. My husband is from overseas and it was very hard on him as well. He is not from Iraq, but he has been close enough that he and my inlaws overseas were very worried for my son. They continued to pray for him and all the other military troops for a safe return and that God would watch over them. I didn't know which bus my son was on, so I just waved my flag and waved my hands hoping that possibly he would see us.
I was sending him emails almost every day, but never received a response back, so I pretty much just gave up. How stupid of me. He is my son. Even if he doesn't respond back, atleast he will know I love him and I will keep him posted on things that happen back here at home. Maybe he'll feel like he never left and it will make his days seem better.
If you are a Mother, Father, or any member of the family of one of the deployed troops, DON'T GIVE UP! Keep those emails and pictures and care packages going. Trust me, they see and read them, even if you don't hear back from them.
If you have a loved one deployed, please post a comment here as my son has this blog address and maybe he can read all your responses and show all his friends that we all love them very much. Let's not forget those yellow ribbons. How quickly everyone forgets about 9/11. Hang them everywhere. I did and still have all my post outside my home wrapped with one to remind others to pray!
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