Pandemic
I’m reading posts about tears right now. Crying jags, people worry...and I know it’s overwhelming. As a military parent, I am horribly reminded of the time my son was deployed to a war zone. That feeling that someone one wants to kill my child because of who he is, the flag on his shoulder, our support group has discussed this horror in great depth….and compared it to how our black mothers must feel every time their child walks out of the door right here in the USA. Or to the parent sitting by the bedside of a gravely ill child...... I t’s beyond overwhelming. Every part of a mother’s being is geared to taking care of that kid, protecting that child, loving that boy or girl...who is now an adult and now, in our case, totally under the command of Ma Navy. Helpless doesn’t describe it. Fear isn’t a big enough word. Crying is everyday….The difference with today and living through this pandemic and being that military mom is that we can’t tell one another to get up in the