I was watching the news the other night and the final story of the evening was about a mom who was fighting overseas (I can't remember where exactly) and was able to come home 2 weeks earlier than originally planned. Instead of telling her 3 kids the good news, she arranged it so she could come home quietly and have her parents pick her up from the airport. Instead of going home she went to each of her kids' schools to surprise them.
The newscast showed footage of her surprising her youngest son in his 5th classroom and as they hugged each other for the first time in 13 months the news anchor narrated the moment by saying "for generations mothers hugged their sons home from war. Now it's the sons who await for their mothers to return".
I don't really know why this touched me so much. Maybe it was just the nature of the story (I always tear up when I see something like that). This isn't something that I've seen change in my lifetime. I think, perhaps, that it's just one of those things that stood so long throughout time it's startling (not in a bad way) to have the change pointed out.
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