I’m starting to see a pattern:
Currently, we are at the “I miss him” stage…And then throw in a dash of “I feel sorry for him,” and you’ve got a pretty good picture of how I’m feeling tonight.
The uneasiness or pain associated with sending your child to military school is perplexing. It’s just not natural for a child to need the structure that only someone or someplace else can provide. But on the other hand, it’s difficult when one family member throws off the basic rhythms of a family. Yes, some teens do have a way of doing that, and for some the impositions their species often launch into a family is baffling. But what happens when the behavior of this classification of humans is beyond “baffling” and pushes its way closer to the “dangerous” or “risky” or even “alarming” side?
I suppose one could argue that “missing” him is really code for “Oh, how I wish things were different when he was home.” But maybe I should start looking at this differently. Perhaps my thoughts should be, “I can’t wait to see the good man I know he is going to become someday.” That sounds a lot better.
My little boy M is gone. But I am looking forward to the day I meet my courageous, strong, and fine young man, M.