Last Thursday, Jun 14th, we received a letter from our son Patrick who is presently in Naval boot camp!!
I couldn't believe my eyes when I opened up the mailbox. A LETTER FROM OUR SON!!!!!!!!!!
I started to cry, my hands began to shake..it has been weeks since we have been in contact with him. It has been so difficult for me especially. When you have raised your son since birth and have been so very close to him and you share a bond like a Mother and Son should in this life, it truly is hard to let go. You want to know they are safe, happy, and that they are well fed!! :)
I sat on the front step..it took me a moment before I could even open up the envelope..I was so afraid that he might be having a hard time...
I slowly opened it up..he wrote quite a bit...which I am glad for that. He said he was doing well. He sounded really good! I didn't sense any worry. I am so PROUD of our Son!! He spoke of many things...he did mention how well his division was doing in training. :)
Then....a couple of hours later..my cell phone rang...it was on the kitchen counter, I looked at the number..not recognizing it..but suddenly my heart jumped!! I thought "could it be?"...
IT WAS OUR SON!!!!!!!
I RAN to the front porch (we have Sprint..and the service is TERRIBLE!)...I prayed while we spoke that it wouldn't drop the call)..
He was quiet on the phone, and that is when I started to worry a little bit..but then he went on to say he has been sick for 5 days..and he had just had all FOUR wisdom teeth taken out just a couple of days before calling us...he had written the letter to us prior to all this happening.
Now, I must tell you that I used to take him to the dentist, like a Mom should..his whole childhood...when they told me he needed to have his wisdom teeth out, he was at an age where he refused to let me take him..I believe he was 18 at that point.. I gave in and now when the military took him in, they automatically take your wisdom teeth out in boot camp!
So, now he is suffering even more than he would if he had them out years ago when he should have done it. I feel terrible. :( I wish he had listened to me all those years ago. (he is 22 years old now).
So, he is not feeling well, and I worry about him so much. I tried not to cry when on the phone with him..and did well..until the very end. I had passed the phone to his Father to say hello, then to his sister..they spoke with him for a little bit and then the phone was passed back to me. I told him I loved him and that I missed him. We told him how proud we were of him. Then, I started to cry, just a little bit. I didn't want that conversation to end. Oh, it is truly so hard.
Yes, I am crying as I type this!
I told my husband I wish that God had blessed us with even more children than two...he said would that have made a difference when each one would have left the house? I laughed and said you are right, probably not.
I put my earphones on this morning with my music and did a 2 mile walk..so nice to pass all the beautiful fields filled with hay bales.
I started a Navy scrapbook for my son..it is coming along nicely!
The card reader won't work in our computer anymore for our camera card..so I either have to get an adapter or a cord to upload pictures now.. hope to figure that out soon.
I wish you all a blessed day,