Cell phones in Paradise – but don’t sit down!
It can be so stressful being the mother of a Soldier as so many of us know. Whether he is in the sand or in paradise, it doesn’t matter. When he left a few weeks ago, he had to tell me “it’s okay mom, you can let go now” as he pulled away. What can I say? He’s my oldest, and I miss him. We moms worry no matter what and our kids think they are invincible. My son, Heaven love him! is in a place close to Paradise now, no longer fighting sand storms, dodging bullets or being out who knows where for weeks on end. Not standing guard over his buddies for 26 hours at a time while they fix the roadways. Instead palm trees and ocean breezes tempt him instead of the unknown slow driving vehicle. For this I am thankful, however, he is not at home and I still worry.
This morning I received a phone call, no one on the line but from his phone number. I could hear muffled sounds and the phone being moved back and forth. What worried me was that I kept saying his name over and over and could hear myself becoming stressed and screechy sounding. The buttons being pushed on his phone as if he wasn’t sure the connection was going through. Of course, I panicked. Worried all the way to work, heartburn beginning in the bottom of my stomach working it’s way up to my throat. My heart pounding, I drove the 7 miles to work calling my Mother on the way. Did he call her this morning? Yes!?! What happened, what did he say? Nothing….All she could hear were bells ringing in the background. What the hell? So when I arrived at work I immediately started searching for tsunami warnings, maybe there was an earthquake we hadn’t heard about. Checking CNN and any other news with the latest world updates. Why can’t I find out what I want to know? What to do! Who to call!?! Am I on the FRG list, did he remember to put me down for emergencies now that he is going to be single again?
I text messaged him…. no answer. I called long distance from work….still no answer. My brother called and left him a message. My niece called and left a message. Should I call his Dad? Three cups of coffee later, I had to take a Pepcid because I felt the heat building and the twisting knot that was now my stomach, not a good sign. Tried to calm myself down by working on the accounts payable. Yeah right, who am I kidding, that didn’t work out very well either. Why didn’t he call me back? What was happening!!
He finally called….He is fine. He was sent on a retreat. He was made to go because his wife, who can’t stand being separated and can’t cope without him around (read between the lines) is divorcing him. It takes a strong woman. They thought it would help him to cope a little better if he was able to go and relax for a few days. So when he called, he asked why I sounded so worried on the message I left him. Why was everyone calling him?
He told me where he was and what he was doing. He said the bells and the sound of the phone moving around, the muffled sounds all made sense to him after I explained to him what we heard on our end. The damned cell phone was in his pocket! He had been sitting down talking to someone when the phone called me. My response to him? “You mean, I got all worked up because your butt called me?” I’m calmed down but boy oh boy is he gonna get it when I see him next time! That is after I’ve hugged him and made sure he’s really okay.
This morning reminded me of the Mother whose son was in the sandbox and his phone was activated when he accidently leaned on it, and called her, all she could hear were spurts of gunfire. Ended up that he was fine too. Major oops! on that one, eh eh eh, sorry mom.
Note to all of our sons and daughters serving: please activate your key guard when you aren’t using your phone. It will be a tremendous help out all of us already worried and nervous parents in keeping our sanity!