Here's my conundrum for the day: For the past few years my son has served in Iraq...Operation Freedom I believe it's called. When sending him off I had the same sadness and fear any mother would have. When I heard about his sorrows over there, the loss of his best friend, the troubles with a neighboring battalion, my mother-hen wanted to go charging over to Iraq and make things right.
For the past years I've been smiling and nodding when asked about him "oh yes, he's in Iraq..."
Today I got the news that he's on a flight back home...he's in a plane on his way and will soon arrive in Washington State where he will "demobilize" for an unstipulated amount of time...
I can't stop crying.
I don't know why - it's the silliest thing, really - because now, he's safe and I will soon be able to hug him...and NOW the tears?
WHO WROTE THESE RULES?????