2 years ago today my son called from Iraq………..
About 2 am my phone rang. I looked an saw it was Iraq.. my son. I answered with ” What’s wrong?” A very excited almost child like in excitement voice answered ” Mommy Mommy Mommy it’s snowing in Iraq” I could almost see him bouncing up and down as he spoke.
” It doesn’t snow in Iraq”
“First time in 100 years.”
A few months later when we recieved my son’s belongings we would find videos of him playing in the Iraq snow. And one of his CO stating. ” gentlemen.. Hell has officially frozen over” He grew up for years in Green Bay so snow was not something new to him. But I know now looking back that snow was a touch of home to him.
Seems a funny event to remember but the excitement in his voice during that call is a memory I cherish. I miss that when he was excited he would do the whole Mommy mommy mommy thing. As grown up as he was I was still Mommy in those moments. His other greeting for me.. his serious one was ” Hello Mother” but even the tone of it was amusing and special. Of course he had his silly grin when saying it. I was rarely just Mom to Pokey… I was either Mommy or Mother.
His Mommy mommy mommy echoes in my mind. I can almost hear him saying it.