Mother’s Day – probably one of the worst holidays ever created for an infertile woman/couple. Over the past few weeks, the stores have been littered with Mother’s Day present and card displays. Every other commercial seems to be geared towards celebrating Mother’s Day. Hell, even the news this morning had story upon story about this dreadful day. At times, I’ve just wanted to sit on the couch and cry because it’s yet another year that we won’t be able to join in the celebrations.
It comes around every year;
and yet she still has hope;
I saw this posted on a fellow military spouse’s Facebook page and thought it would be perfect for Military Spouse Appreciation Day. I love all my fellow military spouses! I don’t know what I would do without you all.
Lots of moving…
Moving far from home…
Moving two cars, three kids and one dog…all riding with HER of course.
Moving sofas to basements because they won’t go in THIShouse; Moving curtains that won’t fit; Moving jobs and certifications and professional development hours.
Moving away from friends;
Moving toward new friends;
Moving her most important luggage: her trunk full of memories.
Waiting for housing.
Waiting for orders.
Waiting for deployments.
Waiting for phone calls.
Waiting for reunions.
Waiting for the new curtains to arrive.
Waiting for him to come home,
They call her ‘Military Dependent’, but she knows better:
She is fiercely In-Dependent.
She can balance a check book;
Handle the yard work;
Fix a noisy toilet;
Bury the family pet…
She is intimately familiar with drywall anchors and toggle bolts.
She can file the taxes;
Sell a house;
Buy a car;
Or set up a move…
…..all with ONE Power of Attorney.
She welcomes neighbors that don’t welcome her.
She reinvents her career with every PCS; Locates a house in the desert, The Arctic, Or the deep south.
And learns to call them all ‘home’.
She MAKES them all home.
Military Wives are somewhat hasty…
They leap into:
They don’t have 15 years to get to know people.
Their roots are short but flexible.
They plant annuals for themselves and perennials for those who come after them.
Military Wives quickly learn to value each other:
They connect over coffee,
Rely on the spouse network,
Accept offers of friendship and favors.
Record addresses in pencil…
Military Wives have a common bond:
The Military Wife has a husband unlike other husbands; his commitment is unique.
He doesn’t have a ‘JOB’
He has a ‘MISSION’ that he can’t just decide to quit…
He’s on-call for his country 24/7.
But for her, he’s the most unreliable guy in town!
His language is foreign
And so, a Military Wife is a translator for her family and his.
She is the long- distance link to keep them informed; the glue that holds them together.
A Military Wife has her moments:
She wants to wring his neck;
Dye his uniform pink;
Refuse to move to Siberia;
But she pulls herself together.
Give her a few days,
A travel brochure,
A long hot bath,
A pledge to the flag,
A wedding picture,
And she goes.
You may think it is because she has lost her mind.
But actually it is because she has lost her heart .
It was stolen from her by a man,
Who puts duty first,
Who longs to deploy,
Who salutes the flag,
And whose boots in the doorway remind her that as long as he is her Military Husband, She will remain his military wife.
And would have it no other way.
Yesterday afternoon I received another phone call from Dr. P. concerning our remaining 9 embryos. I was told that 7 of the 9 were still growing strong, but the other 2 were lagging behind. I asked if they were going to be discarded and Dr. P told me “No, we’ll keep an eye on them until tomorrow.” I was told that my embryo transfer was scheduled for 3:00 PM the next day (Today).