It's time for child number three to leave home. He's lived on his own for a year and a half, but here in town. Linnea and Will went away, far away, to college, now Andrew joins the Navy. Cute little Navy boy here!
It's always hard the days before they leave, especially the first time. And then (with Denny) every deployment. Everyone has a coping mechanism, and it may not be a positive one. But what else can you do but cry? Can't do that.
So I must discipline the mind. Reason with my heart:
- It's not that long, really. Boot camp is only 8 weeks. Will and Linnea didn't communicate much their first weeks away. And Linnea didn't even come home at fall break that first year, or any year for that matter.
- He'll probably be home for a few days around Christmas.
- Maybe he'll get stationed in Europe and we can all go visit!
- And who says he'll make this a career?
- And who says he'll not be back here living and working when he's finished?
- It could be worse.....
The other part of the mother heart is concerned for other son who is going to be living alone and bearing those expenses. Adjusting to that. Hopefully, he'll find someone to live with him at least for awhile.
We take him to the recruiting center this afternoon. They take him to a hotel to spend the night, but we can pick him up for dinner. (What's with that?) He leaves sometime tomorrow but we don't know when. I hate all this living from moment to moment. Why don't they tell us every thing all at once. Like when they leave and what they're doing all day???
Think I'll vacuum.
I know I didn't blog much in November. There really wasn't a whole lot to say. I have lots of things that go on in my head, but thankfully, not much gets written! I did spend much of my writing time writing letters to Andrew. He's thankful that he gets letters most every day. And he's doing great, I might add. Found friends and is happy.
I arrived home from grocery shopping this afternoon just as the combine was passing the back of our house on his last sweep across the field. I just stood there and watched, laden with my bags, while clouds of corn dust swirled around me. It's awesome! I never ever get tired of watching. And today is one of those perfect Midwest days, clear skies and 66 degrees! 
een warm and there's been wind to get things dried out so that the farmers can get their crops out. The harvest hasn't been this late for decades.
Many years ago we learned this song in choir. Then I taught it to my dad and he sang it as a solo. I can still hear him singing it. I wish it had been recorded, too. This morning I was playing through the old Intervarsity hymnbook they sang through at Cono, and came to this song. What meaningful words that are just as much my prayer today as they were when I first learned them.
Ah, what could be nicer on a Sunday evening than reading a book under a cozy afghan with a nice warm kitty?
It's time for child number three to leave home. He's lived on his own for a year and a half, but here in town. Linnea and Will went away, far away, to college, now Andrew joins the Navy. Cute little Navy boy here!
