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| St. Peter, Piers' Patron |
I am sitting here eating chocolate chip cookies and drinking milk and it is finally hitting me. My son, Piers, is gone. Tomorrow, he'll be in San Antonio, Texas, Lackland Air Force Base to be specific. My son aspires to be an Air Force Para rescue airman. I know he can do well. I know his guardian angel and his patron saint (St. Peter himself) and his confirmation saint (St. Ignatius) will be around him and protect him. I'll be praying a Rosary everyday of basic training for his well being.
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| St. Ignatius, his confirmation Patron |
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| St. Walburga, mom's patroness |
(written the morning he left March 10th) As he grew, his bubbly, fun, friendly personality came through. Oh, yes, he did have the "red head temper" but it was usually a flash and then gone. He was a respectful and fun kid. The homeschool family that we lived near lost out. He so, so much desired to be the friend of their daughter of the same age. At 7, 8, 9, he wanted friends besides his brothers and sister. How do you explain other people's eccentricities about with whom their children will play and study. You can't explain to an 8 year olds other family's snobbery or rejection. I've been hurt so many times by other homeschooling moms that I am used to feeling and being alone, but it is not easy to explain to a sweet, caring, fun-loving kid that the "friend" is not rejecting you, it is the mom that is the problem.
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| Immaculate Conception, Patroness of America |
After stubbornly refusing to send him to the public high school, I gave in in the middle of his sophomore year. Since he could pass the school's tests (for reasons that were not his fault) except biology (he got credit for passing biology), he actually complete the four years of requirements in the two and a half years at high school. He was on the wrestling team, in ROTC, CAP, and did well in his classes. He grew into a caring, loving, considerate, kind adult.
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| St. Brendan, brother's patron |
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| St. Florian, brother's confirmation patron |
Today, he left. His father, his sister, his youngest brother, and I spent time with him at the MEPS station--the processing center. He is at the airport right now awaiting his flight to San Antonio. He is a man now, but mom can't help remembering the tiny adorable toddler. My heart hurts, my soul aches, but I put him in the Father's hands. Your children leaving home is an inevitability, but it is wrenching all the same. I pray for him to be surrounded by saints and that Christ will strengthen him.
I love you, son. You are my heart and you are always welcome to call, email, write, fb, visit, stay for a while. I wish I could keep you young, but I am proud of the man you have become.
St. Michael, patron of the military, pray for him and protect him.














