Sunday, May 4, 2008
It is with so much pride as parents we witness our children growing and developing into the men and women we believed they could become. When that time arrives, It is accompanied with a sense of loss, the loss of knowing we no longer have the ability to protect or help them to manage the tough bumps in the road. As a parent of adult children, I have had to learn to be patient and quietly wait until the invitation is extended to share my thoughts. (I don't always succeed, but I try) When my son was deployed to Iraq, trying to communicate over the telephone was difficult at best, due to time constraints and often poor connections. The conversations are short and mostly only have time to say I love you and try to be safe. One strategy I've found helpful is to avoid watching the news on the television, write to David every week and include items in my letters that are upbeat and positive, such as the Sunday funnies.