Before I do anything else tonight I need to say a big happy birthday to my sons Linton and Mitchell. They probably won't read this but that does not matter. Today they turn 19 years old. They are independent, intelligent and strong and are making their way in the world on their own terms. I wish them lives full of happiness, love and a wealth of all the things that really matter.
This year, more than any other, I am so conscious of the fact that I have them at home, safe and sound, while other mothers' 19 year olds head off on deployment or postings far away from their families. One young friend of mine just left on Sunday, for a posting, his first ever, in Darwin. He will be fine, his partner (also 19) and his family will take longer to adjust to his absence.
Last night I sat next to a friend at dinner whose son is likely to deploy later in the year. He has a job that he loves and isn't that what you want for your children? As mothers you want them to go and be good at what they do and confident in their choices but that does not make you any less fearful for their physical and mental health and well-being.
Today, perhaps more than any other day, I am thinking of the other mothers out there who bear their sons's and daughters' absences and service stoically and with a brave front, whilst holding their feelings inside. Thank you for your sacrifice as well. It is not forgotten. xxxx
I am sharing a post with a difference tonight. Sometimes I think we need to stop and think about whether we really appreciate what those who came before us have done for us, the legacy they left for us. As if you didn't know, I am passionate about thanking our troops for their service and the sacrifice that service asks of them, and also of their families and loved ones.
Jeann, one of our quilters, shared this with me and I just had to share it with you.
'Ms. Cothren, where are our desks?'
They thought, 'Well, maybe it's our grades.' 'No,' she said.
'Maybe it's our behavior.' She told them, 'No, it's not even your behavior.'
The final period of the day came and as the puzzled students found seats on the floor of the desk-less classroom. Martha Cothren said, 'Throughout the day no one has been able to tell me just what he or she has done to earn the right to sit at the desks that are ordinarily found in this classroom. Now I am going to tell you.'
Do you think this email is worth passing along so others won't forget either, that the freedoms we have in this great country were earned by our U.S. Veterans?... I did.