NOTHING TO LAUGH ABOUT....

Someone once remarked about my ability to find humor in just about anything, and asked if there was something that I did not find funny.  I replied 'war'.  And now, with my son just hours away from war I am finding little to laugh about.  I have tried so many times to keep a positive upbeat to this journal, but the words always turn bleak and depressing.  I have been trying for weeks to avoid the whispers that grow louder with each second, the unthinkable 'what-if's' are deafening as I reach for blissful ignorance that is no longer within my grasp.  The time has come.

As a mother I feel I must remain strong and in control.  So I tell my son to wear his fire-proof man-panties, just incase our prayers aren't answered in time.  People promise to keep him in their prayers and I am grateful for I know where he's going he'll need all the prayers he can get.  I make promises to my other children that I have no control over the outcome to, and there is no guilt.  I spout the speech of a proud and positive mother.

And I am scared to death for my son.  I have never felt more insignificant in my life.  And never have I felt less like laughing.  

God bless and God speed my son.  Be safe, be strong and hurry home.