Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Princess Warrior

The news came yesterday.  She  called my husband's cell phone.  In the midst of teaching class, he couldn't talk long.  So we know no details.  Just the basics--the good news/bad news of the situation.   

It doesn't really matter how I feel about it--about the war, about her going.  The Marine Corps doesn't check with parents about these things.  No permission is asked or given.  Marines are independent adults, even the youngest ones.  And my feelings about the war don't really matter any more.  Now that Amy, my youngest daughter, my baby princess is a Marine, I don't talk about war much. Instead, I do all that I can to support her.  This child of mine, cheerleader, volleyball player, homecoming princess and prom queen will deploy to serve in that war--heading off to Iraq next March.  It is what she is trained to do--to serve, to protect; her life is on the line willingly.  This is the path she has chosen.

Amy was always the child who felt she had something to prove.  The youngest of three, with successful older sister and brother, she has not one but two hard acts to follow.   And so, Amy chose a different path for herself, uniquely her own.   A radio operator, she works hard, usually repairing the communication systems on humvees.  She may get her humvee license, allowing her to drive those vehicles of war that she now repairs, putting herself more firmly, perhaps, into harm's way.

I'm proud of Amy and all that she has experienced and accomplished. She meets each challenge with courage and grit.  She overcomes obstacles, physical and emotional. She is fit and strong: trained to fight and trained to survive.  She feels ready.  Would that I felt as ready as she does.

The good new is this:  before Iraq, she will fly home for pre-deployment leave.  I will be able tell her all these things as we shop and go to lunch, doing all of the things that we enjoy doing together.  I look forward to seeing her and hugging her in person, not just through our Facebook connection.  It will be good, but like all of life,  much to short.  And then off she'll go again, carrying her own hopes and dreams along with my love and prayers for her happiness and safe return.  My princess warrior, my hero, please remember: there's no place like home.  We'll be waiting.


5 comments:

Lin said...

Amy sure stirs up all the emotions, doesn't she?! I'll be you are so very proud and scared all at the same time. I hope this wraps up soon over there--and that she will be safe. I will keep her in our prayers. In the meantime, enjoy her company and your time with her!

Petula said...

I had the same thought as Lin: you're proud and scared. I understand you not talking much about war... it's good that you'll spend her leave telling her all the wonderful things you think of her. My prayers are with her (to remain safe) and your family (to have comfort and peace while she's gone).

erin said...

I know Amy will read this and feel supported and loved. Great writing, mom!

butterfly woman said...

What a moving moving tribute to your daughter. I am so glad you can write these words here, such powerful emotions, to share with her and all of us. My heart goes out to her fighting spirit. "Princess Warrior" such a beautiful title and says it all. Such a paradox of words, yet so fits your daughter. I have never met her, yet feel I know her through your words here. She sounds like someone who has tapped into every piece of who she is and you have let her. I too keep her in my thoughts and prayers. Your daughter is the first person I know who is in the military so this touches me deeply. I hope you can read this in class!
Bev

butterfly woman said...

Thank you for reading this in class, by the way. It felt even more powerful and emotional to me when you shared it in class. And just sharing more tidbits about your daughter made it all more meaningful.
P.S. You can answer your cell phone any old time as far as I am concerned.
See you next week!
Bev