Who Are They

by Heather Kirbyson
 

      What would you say if I was to tell you I know a person who is not
only a mother and a father, but a doctor, nurse, plumber, a friend in law-
enforcement and much more?

You would tell me I was crazy, no one could be all this, but the fact is I know people
who do all these jobs. They are known around the community as a special breed.
One would think with a title like that they would be few and far between, but they are
all over the world, and all over our home Country.

One may live next door to you. You would think to be able to keep up with all the jobs
they do, this breed would have to be very tough, focused on one thing, that is getting the
job done. You’re right on the matter of getting the job done. They not only
get the job done; they do it better than most under the conditions they have to work.

       The one thing I noticed watching this breed is that they look and act different than one would
 think. They come in all kinds of shapes and sizes.  All different colors-they even have different interests
and past times. You can see them sitting in a crowded car in the middle of the night while the rain pours
down. Screaming kids fighting, kit packed into every extra space.

You will find them chasing their youngest to put their mitts on, while they can’t feel
their own feet from standing out in the freezing cold for so long. They can be found
sitting for hours on the same chair in the most uncomfortable places. No matter what
place you see them, they are there for the same reason - to support their husbands.

      You will find them standing next to their husband beaming with pride,
putting on a brave face as their husband kisses them quickly and says “ I
have to go”. Waving good-bye with a smile on the outside while their insides
come crashing down. They turn and look down at the little faces looking up at them,
waiting to hear the comforting words, as they too watch their daddy go away.
As they speak those magic words to the children, they think to themselves
 is it going to be okay?’ It has to be okay; they have to go on.

They have doing a job, because this is their job. With aching bones they tuck the last
little one in. Sitting in the quiet for a moment they look around and realize they are alone again.
Quickly getting up they put their pain in their back pocket, and go on knowing they are one of many.

They are Military Wives