Once upon a time, oh around three years ago, there sat a woman desperate for some relief over the fear she was feeling knowing her son was about to go to war. She looked up to the heavens with tears streaming down her face and begged the Universe to help her to handle this. As a mother who was often told by her children that she was "over protective", she felt hopeless in her ability to ensure the safety of this beloved  child, who she still sometimes viewed as this small toddler below.