Some days you just need a pick me up—whether it ‘s a cup of coffee, a motivating message or just something to make you smile. Welcome to our little corner of positivity! Here I will share quotes that are meaningful to me, reunion videos and whatever else I find along the way.
Starve Fear, Feed Hope
Halloween with the ghost and goblins and things that go bump in the night is behind us. It is always a wistful time for me. I remember the anticipation of the kiddos as we worked through what they would be. In the early days I spent hours sewing costumes only to be discarded because “Now I want to be an Army guy Mom!’ or the Ohio weather requiring something to be worn over three layers of clothing. Tromping door to door combined with the pure joy they felt as they filled their bag with kindness and candy made all the hassles worth it. The year they each decided they were too big or too busy for Halloween was so sad. Another piece of childhood slipped away and I am reminded of that each Halloween
Now that they are grownups most of them are busy with those same preparations for costumes for their kids. But one is deployed in a place where things that go boom in the night occurs on a regular basis and I struggle with the fears that go along with that. What do you do with that angst when you know people are trying to harm your child?
Several months ago I bought the Fearless sculpture pictured below on a treasure hunting trip to TJ MAXX-my favorite place to go when I am looking for nothing and find everything. It really has two meanings-to be fearless, that is without fear. My kids are fearless. They are well trained and motivated to do their duty no matter what the circumstances. The confidence I have in them and their abilities causes me, along with faith in God, to fear less.
Fear less. It is an act of the will not the heart. I have to work on it every day. I pray Gods protection with Psalm 91. I remind myself of all they have faced in the past, how much they have overcome. I pick up my knitting and meditate on good positive thoughts like homecoming and the next holiday they wll be home.
Becoming fearless is not easy. It requires a lot of mental and emotional energy. That means I have to cut off things that drain me anytime I can. I make an effort to stay balanced and focused on doing what mommas do-support my kid(s).
I know as we move into this holiday season many of you struggle. It’s very hard to contemplate those empty chairs at the table. As I am filling care packages I am trying to box up joy and love to take the place of home. It is not really possible to replace. But I am convicted that it is my duty to keep going, to do the mom things we have always done-try to bring happiness and comfort to my children, and to stay strong and support them so they don’t worry about me.
There is an old saying “Feed a cold, starve a fever”. This season my mantra is “Feed hope, and starve fear. ” Let’s all work to Fear Less and use our energy to bring joy where ever we can.
A sigh of relief
I bet you heard it Saturday afternoon. It was the sigh heard round the world. It happens every time a military son or daughter gets back on US soil. I did not have to be there to see it. Just knowing he was climbing off that airplane was enough to let me finally take a deep breath.(Although with one more out there I am still short of breath.)
There is just so much on the prayer list when you have a loved one deployed. There are the prayers you expect-for safety and protection. But even when they are in a relatively ” safe” situation there are still plenty of concerns. What about their family-the dynamics, the connections, the effect on their spouse and children? The trickle down can take a long time to get back to normal
I know. I grew up in a military family during the VietNam war. My dad coming and going was like an accordion. Of course we loved and missed him. But we also got used to him being gone. Each time when he reentered our lives it was an awkward dance. ” Mom can I go to the mall? ” ” Ask your dad.” What? Ask who? We were so used to being without him. He was out of sync with us too. When he returned when I was 16 I had been driving for six months but he had been gone for a year. The look on his face when I got behind the wheel to drive the siblings somewhere was priceless.
We talk about sacrifices and tend to think about big things. But the many losses of a year away from home are like cuts from a razor blade. They still add up to a lot of blood lost. The first football fame, the family reunion, the emergency room visits-moments in a family life that can never be replaced.
Homecoming. Just that word makes me smile. Another challenge is over. Life will get back to normal. There are still perils in the air and long hours and time in the field. But there is something to be said about being home with family that cannot be replicated. It is priceless.
Welcome Home kid.
You Know You’re a Military Mom When….
Welcome Home Mom and Dad!
Until I watched the PBS special “The Roosevelts” I never thought of Eleanor Roosevelt, wife of President Franklin D. Roosevelt as a military mom. But in addition to her role as First lady during the Depression and World War II she was a mom to four sons who saw combat. I like to think that fear she was facing was the one we face when our children are in harms’ way. Be strong Mommas!