I’ve been an Army spouse for almost 22 years, and I’ve been an Army mom for a little more than 22 hours at the time of this writing.
At least that’s how long it’s been since I left my daughter to be transported from the Houston MEPS station to basic training.
Comparison is a thief.
It is destructive.
It can almost be classified as self harm when we compare our lives to those we envy.
Here’s a little ditty to sing your way through present-wrapping fundraisers, tree decorating, or when you need a humorous perspective about our unique and sometimes chaotic lifestyle:
On the first day of Christmas, my soldier gave to me…
A home in a foreign country.
“Come to yoga,” they said.
“It’ll help you unwind,” they said.
“It doesn’t matter that you can barely touch your toes,” they said.
Fun fact: Yoga is much more enjoyable when you’re flexible; don’t believe the hype!
Leaving a legacy behind is a tall order. Some of us can barely leave each duty station with all our kids in the car! But as spouses of an all-volunteer fighting force, we become immersed in and attached to our communities very quickly. Eventually, we stumble upon or become givers.
To all the Military Mamas taking motherhood “on the road” every two years, this post is for you.
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