This is a post completely straying away from the norm.   So, I hope you don’t mind the interruption, but bare with me through the sniffles.

You may view me as a wimpy mom, but I feel compelled to speak on it.  My husband don’t get my emotions, so he’s not a good listener.  I’m actually writing about my youngest son, Amir.  I’ll take you through a quick journey, but his life was one carved out to be a chef.

By the time he was 7 and making it known I geared him for that.  Well, culinary school was  a real awakening…. OMG the cost was outrageous.. pretty grim, so he decided to join the military.  The Air Force- which is great – yes he’s doing something positive with his life.. and I’m truly proud of him..but the fact of the matter is.. I miss him..sometimes I find myself just looking at his pictures wondering what’s he doing.  He’s been overseas for months and it’s just been hard at times to deal with.. so I’m taking this moment to reflect my feelings by writing about it.  Attending his graduation was an experience I’ll never forget.. seeing all those young men transformed into strong, discipline soldiers devoting their lives for our country gave me chills because knowing my son doesn’t belong to me anymore, but to the U.S Government..is very hard to take.

Being able to visit him for his birthday made me more happy than him.

His first visit home was a true blessing just having him around the house and cooking all his favorite meals..but the time went so fast.. and that’s when he told me he’s heading out of the country on deployment..  Oh God..Is all I remember saying.. So off he went…  Boarding a plane to another side of the world – leaving the familiar land of U.S.  As mother all I can do is pray..

Everyday wondering what’s he seeing, what’s he doing, is he eating ok (because you know only we mothers know how to feed our children.. chuckles..)…

Modern technology has made it a bit easier by being able to instant message and Facetime from time to time.  I won’t linger too much about this .. but I just needed to vent a bit.  So while waiting patiently for him to board the plane to return home, images of him will always linger in my mind while my heart will always be missing him.

I love you son,