It was the summer of 2008. My husband and I had just gotten married two weeks prior and there I was…lying in our bed, clinging to my dog and crying my eyes out.
He had just left for a 2 week field exercise. I wouldn’t see him for 2 weeks. I wouldn’t talk to him for 2 weeks. I had just moved into our apartment. I had just moved to Killeen, Texas. I didn’t know a single person there. I didn’t know where anything was.
I was devastated. Seriously. I had no idea what to do with myself or how to occupy my time besides walking my dog and working out at the little apartment job.
I had just graduated from grad school. I had no job. Nothing to do. And 2 weeks to kill before my brand new husband came back.
The days and hours loomed in front of me. I had no idea how I was going to get through these next 2 weeks, let alone the upcoming deployment.
Now, 9 years later, 3 deployments later, here I am, in a foreign country with three little kids, all under the age of 7.
And he is gone. Only for 5 days this time but still…(did I mention that we just got to this foreign country 7 weeks ago?)
Here are the things, that 9 years later, still haven’t changed:
- I doubt myself…every time he leaves. Whether it’s for 5 days or 5 weeks. I doubt whether I can do this…whether I’m strong enough.
- How will I be able to take care of these three kids by myself? Get them dressed, fed, to school, to their activities, to bed?
- I miss him.
- I can’t wait until he gets back
Here are the things, that 9 years later, have changed:
- Even though doubt creeps in every…single…time…I KNOW, deep down, that I AM strong enough to do this.
- That girl who laid in bed and cried her eyes out is gone (although, I will admit, that as I laid in bed that first night in our new house in this strange village, I slept with all the lights on because I was scared)
- I KNOW that I have all the tools and skills I need to get through this.
- I know that I am stronger than I give myself credit for.
- I know, that with time, it will get easier
I am no longer the girl who can’t even deal with getting books for her college classes without having to call her mom and ask her for help
(Really. That happened.)
Not to blow my own horn or anything…but I have come a LONG way. I am still a work in progress. I still have a long way to go…BUT…I can say, that I am, without a doubt, PROUD of how hard I have worked to be who I am today.
Who do YOU want to be? What do you need to do to get there?
And…what are you waiting for?!??!!!!
Here are a few exercises to help you out: