..Moving Out...

... I remember the day I moved out of my Parent's house... or, more precisely.. left my Parent's home.... I was collected by my Recruiter at about 8PM on a Sunday night... my Mother cried like I had never seen her cry before... I had joined the Corps when I turned 17 in the delayed enlistment plan.. but, I had to wait until I had graduated from High School before they'd accept me... so, I graduated from McMinn Central High on the Friday... and, arrived at Parris Island on the following early Monday morn...

...in between the Friday and Sunday night, I had a party to end all parties.... well, actually it was a drunken fiasco at the calf barn on my Uncle's farm... a bottle of Jack... good friends.... many pats on the back... a few vomiting episodes... and, as if by magic, Monday morning saw me arrive at the Beaufort Airport... awaiting the arrival of our first Drill Instructors.... ahhh.. such a childhood, I had...

...anyway, all of that is for another story...

...the thing I want to get to tonight is this... after I moved out, I was gone... I never came back... oh, sure.. I came back to visit... but, I did not move back in with my family... I was hatched, I suppose.... a duckling cast upon the wide world.... at least... this is what I thought.... but, circumstances are strange that way.. you see, I remember sitting overseas and chatting with my cousins over the phone.. and, a part of me would think... in the very darkest places of my mind... "good lord... those losers.. still living within 5 minutes walk of Momma... get a life...".... then, I'd hang up the phone... and go about my normal life.... never fully realizing what a fucking hypocrite I was...

...today, when talking with a friend about their leaving their family, I realized.. for the first time ever.. that I was wrong about judging someone's individuality... purpose... and self-reliance... with such a crude tool... being distant from your family is not a yardstick of independence.... being distant from your family, and still loving - and being loved by them - is.... my time away from my family was, at the time, something that I needed to do to prove myself.... now, I see it sometimes as a missed opportunity.... while I was off touring the world, they were continuing to be the incredible people they had always been... and, missing me...

...three years ago, my Father became ill... and, I dropped my life overseas to come and nurse him... my Mother and I... we did that for the last 13 months of his life... living at home... not working... paying for my room and board from savings... it was a hard time... but, it was the most important time of my short life, I think.... I would not have been anywhere else during those months for all the tea in China... and, with that... I want to say this....

...Happy belated Mother's Day, Mom.... and, to all my friends who are Mothers.. I love you all... being a Mother is not about just having offspring.. being a Mother is all about unconditional love... every one of you have that... and, I consider myself blessed to have had the pleasure of knowing you...

by Eric on May 10, 2004 | Bullshit (2) | SWG Stories
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Damn...That's...well...that's just one fine post.

I've a knot in my throat...kinda like when I hear "Oh say can you hear...."

Bullshitted by Sam on May 10, 2004 07:30 PM

tiz a nuther good bit o'ritin ye dun here, sir. verr movin. i add mire ye fer gittin home to keer fer yer daddy. i waited a lil too long n twuz one of the wurst miss takes of my life.

Bullshitted by buddy don on May 11, 2004 06:36 AM