I closed my blog down for a while for privacy. My son took the ASVAB (the test to get into the armed forces) and scored very well. Very, very well. Initially, he was counseled by everyone to keep certain things in the past, in the past. Unfortunatley, his score negated that possibility since he would assuredly be offered jobs with high level security clearances. After some serious consideration, he decided to contact his recruiter and tell him the whole truth. The recruiter wasn’t really sure what to do and called his superior officer who counseled my son to lie. In the end, my son couldn’t and wouldn’t lie. His physical is tomorrow. My husband is down in the city with him helping him look for work and will be there when it comes down to the signing.
This is far from resolved. My son is thinking about going to a Missions’ Training School this summer. He’s been offered a 50% scholarship to attend. I have no idea what the future holds for my son or for my daughter. Everyday I hold my breath and then remember to breathe and hope and pray and try to let go. If I would have known how hard this phase of parenting would be I don’t know if I’d ever have had kids. It is literally like labor all over again only this time through my heart.
In the midst of all this change, I’m still looking for myself. I put me somewhere for safe-keeping and can’t seem to remember where. Anyway, my debonair husband escorted me to a Prom of sorts for Valentine’s Day. We had a great time, if you can’t tell. It has been so long since we gussied ourselves up and went dancing. I wish you could see the little skirt I was wearing. It was the cutest thing and, of course, I wore my famous red Cole Haan’s (it was Valentine’s).
As Oscar Wilde said, “To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.” Screw this existing. Here’s some pictures of me with the love of my life. I think we’ve held up pretty well after 22 years of marriage.
Hear, O LORD, and be merciful to me;
O LORD, be my help.”
You turned my wailing into dancing;
you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,
that my heart may sing to you and not be silent.
O LORD my God, I will give you thanks forever. (Psalm 30:10-12)