Letting Go

I woke up at 4:00 this a.m.  First and foremost I had to pee...well you asked.  Well, ok maybe you didn't, but whatever.  So I hop back into my nice warm bed, and my brain clicks on.  Click, click, pop, pop!  Yeah, sorta like Rice Krispies.  Least there is still something in there to make noise, ya know? 

Anyhow, started thinking of T.  Haven't heard from him in awhile now.  He emailed me a real short version of the weather down in Qatar about a week or so after he landed there.  No real noise from him since.  Now don't get me wrong, since he has been in the AF, for about 2 yrs now this Dec., I  feel I have a done a pretty good job about letting my chick root around out of the nest and spread his wings.  I try not to be one of those smothering mommas, but hey, so shoot me I am a mom and I worry bout all my chicks.  Plus it's not like he is in another state.  He is in an area that still has no real government, there is still major hate and hostility by a majority of people against the U.S. in general.  Even tho before he left he told me that it was more of a "Club Sands" that he was going to, it still is foreign soil with land mines, guns and suicide bombers.  Yeah, I'm gonna worry bout him....just a little.

Someone at work asked about him a couple of weeks ago (her husband is ex-military-special forces).  I told her that I hadn't heard from him, cept for one email.  She stated that all correspondence is screened.  Maybe he just has limited internet use or at least limited email and social networking use.  As long as T gets to play online MMOs then he is good to go for his 120 day stay.

Ok, I guess my job with T is done as far as parenting goes.  Well more or less done.  The ultimate goal is to raise your kids, so they can be "let go."  It's that simple.  Basically, I need to believe that he is safe, happy and well.  I need to Let Go and Let God......yeah, easier said than done sometimes, specially during the wee hrs of the mornings.