Sunday, March 12, 2006

Snowy Sunday

This morning I went swimming. In the locker room after swimming I had a wonderful conversation with another woman about being women in our fifties. It was really a neat conversation. About letting go of old ideas and coming into our own, being more true to ourselves. I was happy to tell this woman that I have watched her for years, she does some kind of Tai Chi thing and it is really beautiful. She is often there when I am swimming on Sunday mornings and I really enjoy watching her. Imagine telling another woman that! It was kind of neat. I guess that is part of the letting go of old ideas.

My son is coming over later on today and is bringing me his big screen TV. I will keep it while he is gone. First to Texas, and then to Iraq. When he was in the Army (he is now in the National Guard) he was at the fort in central Texas for many years and he didn't really enjoy it. He said he is looking forward to going to Iraq, but dreading another 6 months at that fort. (Once again, I am deliberately writing things so that my blog doesn't come up when someone searches "fort whatever".) Staying in the moment is absolutely essential as I am dealing with this. Left to my own devices, I would be planning all kinds of horrible outcomes, but I cannot do that. Today is a day when he will be here for dinner with me and I will get to enjoy his company. I adore him. He is my only son and he is kind, intelligent, thoughtful, handsome, tall, strong, funny, child-like in a good way, and manly in a good way. I will miss him terribly while he is gone. Thank God for computers and the internet.

9 comments:

Da Gal said...

Beautiful. It is wonderful that you shared with the woman your thoughts. Your son sounds marvelous - I take this as a sign that you have been a good mom. God bless people like you. Take care, Meg

Scott said...

First of all, thank you to you and your son, and his family, for his service to our country. I know everyone doesnt agree on how we got there, but we all agree that we love our soldiers, we pray for their safe return and fro God's will in all this. I am grateful to our soldiers for the risks they take, so we can have the freedoms we enjoy so, thanks. I will pray for you and your son.

Trudging said...

I am sorry your son has to go to Iraq. Actually, I am sorry that anyone's son has to go to Iraq. I will keep in in my prayers.

dAAve said...

Instead of "fort" maybe you should have used "fart."
Think how many more hits on your blog you'd get.
Thanx for the call.

sirreene said...

I certainly agree with everyone here. It is a very brave thing your son is doing. No matter how we as individuals feel about our involvement in Iraq, I am a mother with a son. I honor all who serve and stand by those that do. I pray for all who bravely serve our country.

Sober Chick said...

I think that many times we are affected by someone else's qualities or good nature and hold the information in. Why do we do this? I do it too. Then when that moment comes to tell that person it is very spiritual. It is like we deny ourselves of these experiences, or maybe we are not aware at times of how powerful they are.

I hope that you had a wonderful day with your son.

Alexis said...

I'll keep your son in my prayers. The only time I was at that 'fort' I was VERY drunk.... I didn't have fun there either. Maybe he'll have a better time this visit. And Thank him for me, for his service, keeping me safe. My dad is in Kuwait.... so I understand... we email a LOT since he's been there, and its almost better than talking in person LOL!!!

NMAMFQLMSH said...

Ditto to what everyone said. I'm grateful for you sista!
I see you,
JJ

Shannon said...

I think that is awesome to be able to say something like that to another person. A girlfriend and I were talking about something like that today too... more about not having a relationship with other women, as they were seen as competition, catty ect... so glad I let go of that old idea

have a great dinner with your son and I too am proud of our soliders.. he and his pals will be in my prayers