Lessons

It is my belief that the most significant events or periods in our lives continue to teach us lessons for as long as we live, if we let them.  As time goes by, and as we reflect and remember those past events, we see new things about ourselves, we glean new information about the way things were, and we notice more about why things happened the way they did.

When Sarge was gone for over a year, a world away in the Middle East doing his job, which just happened to be fighting in a war, I was here alone with three kids, a house, and a dog.  I learned to be strong.  I learned to be independent.  I learned that it was okay to ask for help sometimes.  I learned who my friends were.  I learned what was really important.

And then he came home…to children that were a year and a half older.  To a wife that was used to doing things her way.  To a country that forgot about the soldiers and their families.  To a life that didn’t include 60 pounds of body armor and a gun at the ready.  And again, I learned.  I learned to be patient.  I learned to let him in again.  I learned how to be a wife and a mom, and still keep my own identity…something I hadn’t been so good at before. 

And now, the deployment is well in the past.  Sarge has been home for two and a half years, safe and sound.  We are used to living together again.  I no longer jump every time I hear the doorbell ring, thinking it’s a stranger in uniform coming to tell me my husband has been wounded or worse.  I am back to complaining about his crazy out-of-town schedule and his snoring and his camouflage stuff all over my kitchen.  Life is, for the most part, back to normal.

Lately, though, my mind has been wandering back quite often to those days of when he was gone.  I’ve been remembering frequently the days of no phone calls and no sleep for worrying about him.  I’ve been looking back to the moments of panic as I’d hear about a bombing on the news, or waiting anxiously to see him on the webcam, or talking non-stop to one year old Goo about his daddy so he wouldn’t forget about him while he was gone.  It could be anything that brings me back there.  It could be a story I tell a friend about the time we thought Spike might have leukemia, and people were advising me not to tell Sarge, so he wouldn’t worry from a war zone.  That was something I went through alone.  It could be a song about a soldier and the letters he gets that mean so much.  It could be asking Sarge about something funny that happened only to remember that he wasn’t here then, and knew nothing about it.  It could be talk of Hurricane Katrina, something he heard about briefly but was amazed as I described the devastation to him over the phone.  It could be my kids hearing about a trip Sarge has to take for work, and asking if he’s going to Iraq.  It could be anything that reminds me.  Anything.

And as I think back, what amazes me most is our ability, as humans, to cope with what life throws our way.  I’m still learning from that time in my life.  Whenever I think I can’t do something, I remember deployment, and I know that I can get through anything.  If I see a friend in need and think I’m too busy or too tired or too far away to help, I remember the friends that helped me and I find the strength to do what I can.  When I see Army kids missing their parent, I remember to give them extra attention, because they’re missing some from the one who is away.  When I hear people arguing about the rightness or wrongness of this war, I remember that no matter the politics, it is the soldiers and their families who need our unwavering support.  I learn from it every day.  Every moment.

Sometimes I can hardly believe that it truly happened.  Some days I wonder if that time was all just a dream.  But then I look at the pictures of the day he came home.  Or I see the Muslim prayer beads that he brought home with him hanging on my wall.  I hear the doorbell ring and while it no longer scares me, I still remember.  That time in my life, a time I had hoped would never come, has proved so invaluable to me in so many ways.  It is a part of who I am and who my children are.  It is what makes Sarge the incredible man he is today.  It is in the life lessons I teach my children and the advice I give my friends.  It is in the way that I smile and the way that I cry.  When I see myself in the mirror, it is part of what is looking back at me.  It is a piece of the map that makes up my life.

I wonder sometimes what’s to come, and I worry about what’s in store for us.  But when I really think about it, I know that whatever it is…whatever hard times or happy times or scary times or amazing times we will go through, they will be the things I look back on someday.  They will be the things I remember as part of the map of my life.  Part of the journey that makes me who I am.  The things that taught me how to live as me.

I hope I never stop learning.

 

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19 Comments

  1. Latte Mommy said,

    June 27, 2008 at 12:36 am

    Beautiful post, Bunchy! A touching reminder that every cloud has a silver lining, but sometimes we can only see it in retrospect.

  2. Sports Mama said,

    June 27, 2008 at 1:40 am

    This was truly an amazing reflection. Thank you for sharing! 🙂

  3. Alison said,

    June 27, 2008 at 9:18 am

    What an excellent post! I cannot imagine having to live with the possible anticipation of that doorbell!
    You are absolutely right, we never do stop learning. The big things and the small things have such power to teach so many little lessons about who we are and how we change!

    Thank you for sharing!!

  4. Lunanik said,

    June 27, 2008 at 10:40 am

    Oh Bunchy. What a beautiful post. I don’t even have any words right now. You are truly and amazing woman.

  5. dragonfly said,

    June 27, 2008 at 12:20 pm

    Beautiful post. I am forever having people say to me “I don’t know how you do it.” And I just reply, “I have to.” We’re able to do amazing things, able to adapt to whatever life throws our way.

  6. June 27, 2008 at 5:13 pm

    I’m going to share this with my mother-in-law, the veteran of 20 years of Navy WestPacs.

  7. June 27, 2008 at 10:32 pm

    Amazing. And you are an amazing woman for handling such adversity with grace and dignity. thank you for sharing.

  8. June 27, 2008 at 11:46 pm

    Thanks SO much for being so open. I can’t even begin to fathom what you all went through and continue to be affected by.

  9. David said,

    June 28, 2008 at 10:33 am

    Bunchy! I am so touched by this wonderful piece of writing. So poignant and personal at the same time.
    You are so right on how we are fortunate that we never stop learning.
    Thanks for this.
    It gives me more perspective on my life these days.

  10. SWC said,

    June 28, 2008 at 3:43 pm

    I can’t even imagine how that time must have been for you. You are one strong lady!

  11. David said,

    June 29, 2008 at 2:06 pm

    I am back for a second read of this truly wonderful and thought provoking post. These lines stood out in bold for me..”Whenever I think I can’t do something, I remember deployment, and I know that I can get through anything. If I see a friend in need and think I’m too busy or too tired or too far away to help, I remember the friends that helped me and I find the strength to do what I can.”
    My God if I can read this everyday it will help me.
    I want to read this everytime I feel like I can’t!
    I want to read this when I feel tired to help someone.

    Thank you!

  12. Ruth said,

    July 1, 2008 at 1:14 pm

    *hugs*

    (Can’t think of any words to follow up that post, so I’m just sending a hug!)

    xoxo

  13. LaskiGal said,

    July 3, 2008 at 3:07 am

    I, like everyone else, would find it an immense challenge to do what you did. Yet, you did it. And, did it well.

    Thanks so much for sharing. Clearly, you are one heck of a woman. Kudos to you for doing what so many could not.

  14. Jaina said,

    July 3, 2008 at 1:51 pm

    Beautiful post, words to think about definitely. Would you please tell Sarge thank you, from the bottom of my heart?

  15. Tara R. said,

    July 4, 2008 at 7:32 am

    Funny that I should find this on July 4th. Thank you to your husband, thank You and thank you to your children. This was truly beautiful and so appropriate for today.

  16. April said,

    July 4, 2008 at 11:28 am

    So beautifully written, Bunchy! I’d love to hear your thoughts on how we can better be there for our soldiers.

  17. Karen meg said,

    July 7, 2008 at 1:50 pm

    This was such a beautiful, thought-provoking post. I think you, your husband and family are just incredible for having experienced this. Thanks so much for sharing.

  18. July 8, 2008 at 3:10 am

    awh, this was a beautiful post. you nailed it. i loved how you also found out what matters the most. thank you for sharing, kathleen 🙂

  19. SWC said,

    July 8, 2008 at 1:18 pm

    I need me some Bunchy.


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