I read one of those cutesy sayings on Facebook recently that a son, no matter how grown he is, will always be your baby. As much as a son might disagree with that in his teens and early twenties, I truly believe that we often see them as just little toddlers. We remember their first steps, their first haircuts, their first days of day care or preschool, all of their firsts. Sons don’t truly understand the love a mother has for them, until they have their own children. In their teens and early twenties, they often see their mothers as a nuisance, someone just being nosy in their lives, someone holding too tight onto them while they are fighting for their independence and freedom. And I was one of those MEAN moms, You know the ones that fall into this category:
My promise to my Kids: I am not your friend. I am your Mother. I will stalk you, flip out on you, lecture you, drive you insane, be your worst nightmare & hunt you down like a bloodhound when needed because I LOVE YOU! When you understand that, I will know you are a responsible adult. You will never find someone who loves, prays, cares and worries about you more than I do!
Mine still has not understood that but he has a much bigger Mom (or Dad) than me that will tell him the same thing now- the United States Marine Corps; they will stalk him, flip out on him, lecture him, drive him insane, be his worst nightmare and hunt him down if needed. But regardless of the brotherhood he has gained, they will never love him like his mama.
Many of you that have been around WeUseCoupons over the last two years knew the day Zach went into bootcamp and you knew the day he graduated from bootcamp. I cried tears when he left and cried on that day three months later when I could embrace him again. I shared all of it with you. He was a different creature coming home from bootcamp. He walked differently. He never had slouching pants. He took the garbage out when he saw it full and picked his clothes off the floor. I thought something had happened to my son and they sent this other man home to my house. As time went on, and he went back off to his training schools and has settled into his job, the old son has come back. But in a way, he is still his own person. When he visits on the weekend, we still have to remind him of house rules, because until next week he is still a teenager . When he is on his own, he has no curfew. When he is spending his own money, he can buy the most expensive thing on the menu. At home, there is a curfew still. At home, we use coupons and eating out is a treat. We are fortunate that his base is only three hours away and he can come home when he wants on the weekends. But that is ending in a few short weeks. Much to my dismay, I had to let go of the control. Someone else was now controlling his life. Someone else decided what he did when and where he went.
My little blonde hair, blue eyed baby, the one that was just pretending to do an oil change under his own motorized jeep while his daddy was under his real one, the one that was just sitting on the couch giggling about something on TV, or running around the house with his Woody doll while watching Toy Story, the one that was determined to not be potty trained, is being deployed. How did that happen? How did time fly that fast? How did I lose complete control? I never gave the USMC permission to let him go overseas…but they never asked. I know in my heart that they have trained him for what he is going to do. I know that they are taking care of him.
But no one can take care of them like their mamas, no matter how old they are and no matter what branch of the military they are in. He is still and will always be my baby boy.