You all know things have been crazy-exciting around here lately. It's Beanie Bonanza, and I could tell you a story a day for the next year, wrought from the last 2 weeks alone. I'm taking notes.
But the rest of life does not come to a screeching halt, does it? There's still an enormous amount of stuff going on in the wings of my life. My sister remains hospitalized. My mother requires extra care. And my son...
My son drives up and down roads, all day long, and he tosses beanies to Iraqi children. That's his job.
That's the story I get.
It is, kiddies, rated "M," for "Mom."
But THIS Mom knows about MySpace. THIS Mom still drops in on her son's friends in their workplaces. THIS Mom has their phone numbers in her contact list, from 5 years ago, when they were all just acquiring their drivers licenses.
THIS Mom is tuned in.
She hears...THINGS. And THIS Mom will put you up against a wall, and demand of you, "what is he not telling me?"
I am a Soldier's Mother.
He does not want me to know.
But I understand.
I pick up my own mother, for dinner. She asks me, "How is Brian?"
And I look my Mother in the eyes, and I say,
"He's fine, Mom. He's handing out Beanie Babies."