Touching Moment
Recently, I was witness to one of the most touching moments I know of. I am thankful to have seen this moment because it helped put my problems into perspective.
I was at the airport last weekend, returning from a family vacation. As my family passed through the waiting area, there was an older woman almost hyperventilating in anticipation. Her son was walking towards her, and as he got closer, she could not control her excitement. She shouted and then began to cry as she grabbed ahold of him and squeezed tightly. In the confusion, I had not noticed the twenty or so uniformed soldiers standing there waiting with her. Her son had finally arrived home from active duty. Everyone in the area began clapping and cheering. And of course, I teared up.
How couldn't I, really? Here was a mother, so overcome with joy that she made such loud commotion that everyone around was staring. She didn't care, and she shouldn't have. Her boy was home....safe.
This moment put my life into perspective. Sure, my husband and I have our problems, sometimes small, sometimes large. My young one has finally hit the 'terrible twos,' and at times, my annoyance level reaches heights that frighten me. But a loved one of mine is not in a war-torn country, fighting for my freedom and risking his or her life. My loved ones are all here at home, safe and sound.
I will carry the image of grateful mother and loving son with me for many years.
I was at the airport last weekend, returning from a family vacation. As my family passed through the waiting area, there was an older woman almost hyperventilating in anticipation. Her son was walking towards her, and as he got closer, she could not control her excitement. She shouted and then began to cry as she grabbed ahold of him and squeezed tightly. In the confusion, I had not noticed the twenty or so uniformed soldiers standing there waiting with her. Her son had finally arrived home from active duty. Everyone in the area began clapping and cheering. And of course, I teared up.
How couldn't I, really? Here was a mother, so overcome with joy that she made such loud commotion that everyone around was staring. She didn't care, and she shouldn't have. Her boy was home....safe.
This moment put my life into perspective. Sure, my husband and I have our problems, sometimes small, sometimes large. My young one has finally hit the 'terrible twos,' and at times, my annoyance level reaches heights that frighten me. But a loved one of mine is not in a war-torn country, fighting for my freedom and risking his or her life. My loved ones are all here at home, safe and sound.
I will carry the image of grateful mother and loving son with me for many years.
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