Thursday, September 22, 2016

What I've Learned From Deployments


The United States Military has requested that President Obama authorize another 500 troops be sent to Iraq, in support of an operation to take Mosul from ISIS. That means that around 6,400 military members (temporary or otherwise) would occupy the country, if the additional manpower is approved. As a  veteran of the Iraq War and a military wife, I am not surprised that it has come to this. It has been almost a decade since I've been to the Middle East, but at the time I questioned why the President pulled all the troops out just before his reelection in 2012. Obviously, I answered my own question relatively quickly. 

As a military family, we have grown accustomed—well, I suppose the word is actually immune—to the constant occupancy in the Middle East. It is something we have dealt with for years, seemingly with no end in sight. We roll with the punches, hoping for real change and peace over there, but without holding our breaths. My Husband continues to serve, thinking of it as an honor, and our daughters and I are proud of him for it.  

The deployments are not far and few between as we would prefer, but they aren't unexpected. This is the life we chose, and we own up to that. No one told us it would be easy, and knowing is half the battle. What I didn't know is that I would learn more about fellow Americans, myself, our marriage, our children, and life in general during and after these deployments, than I ever have in any other era of my life.  

Fellow Americans—we couldn't do it without you. 

It is possible that many civilians don't realize how grateful veterans, as well as active service members are for their efforts. It's also possible people are unaware just how much fellow Americans do for veterans, service members, and their families. Churches, support groups, schools, and private businesses have done wonders for me and my family. In fact, I never had to buy a toiletry item or any snack food while I was deployed. This was because our first Sergeant's office was like an extremely well-stocked marketplace for those things, due to the overwhelming surplus of care packages from American civilians stateside. One could find anything from toothpaste, to board games, to jolly ranchers, in those boxes. It made us feel like we were appreciated, and it took a lot of the stress out of our lives having those things on hand. Operation GratitudeOperation Shoebox, and Support Our Troops are just a few of the organizations out there doing an amazing job of making our service members feel they are not forgotten.  

We have always felt supported by most of our community, and that has taken the edge off of the high-stress life we lead. Thank you. 

I can make it through any hardship, if I remember to stop stressing over things I cannot change. 

It was a rather helpless feeling when he left for months on end without my permission, and really without knowing exactly when he would return. The uncertainty and lack of control of the situation ate at me at the beginning of the deployment and at the beginning of every single deployment before that. Furthermore, getting used to being the only one there for my children, and attempting a new routine to accommodate that fact, took some getting used to. It wasn't quite single-parenting, but it was far cry from what I'm used to. I had to pick up the slack that he (a very hands-on Dad who helps around the house) left behind. Simultaneously, I worried about his safety and psyche while he was on the other side of the world. 

Though, as soon as I got into a routine, and stopped being angry at the world, things got better, as they always do. I kept myself busy with our kids—who needed even more than before their Dad left. By keeping busy with organization projects, writing, photography, and the kids' extracurriculars and schooling, time started to pass more quickly. Eventually, I forgot what it was like to have him around, though I still missed him dearly. We wore shirts and then swapped them through the mail for one another to use as a pillow case, because I had even forgotten his scent.  

Everything breaks when they leave. 

This is a well-known truth among military wives. In the 193 days that my Husband was gone this last time, the garbage disposal, hot tub, kids' table, dining room bench, 2 closet doors, the air conditioner, and a couple other electronics broke. Additionally, I had to replace all 4 tires on both vehicles, and change out the battery in my SUV. Most of these things were fixed by the time he returned—and nothing of note has broken since. Predictable. 

Our children are strong. 

Often I find myself explaining how resilient kids are, but deployments really drive that point home. Though the first few weeks were rough on my three daughters, they persevered, and found ways to still feel close to their Dad. They drew pictures of him, wore his shirts to bed, and had a ball talking to him via video chat. My oldest would text funny jokes to him, and my two youngest hung photographs of him on their bedroom wall. For the most part, their behavior did not change, and instead of getting angry, they marked off days on the calendar, looking forward to the day he would return.  

Reintegration is almost as difficult as saying goodbye. 

The day he came home after this past deployment, I was super anxious. Over the prior few weeks I had done extra workouts, I had my nails manicured, and I tried on a million dresses—then settled for the one I had originally bought for the homecoming months before. I even got eyelash extensions. Still, I was nervous after over six months of being separated. It was almost like a blind date. My heart pounded, and my hands shook. Alas, he ran to us in the airport, scooping up his kids first. Then, me. After all the hugs and kisses we had dreamed about the entire deployment happened, we went home to start getting back to the life we had built prior to his assignment.  

But we couldn't get right back to it. He was used to being alone and only having to fend for himself, without any sort of physical human touch. I was used to being independent and caring for 3 kids all on my own. We had forgotten our regular duties and schedules. He was pulled this way and that by his daughters and I. Even though he was glad to be home, it was obvious to me that it was overwhelming him. It was also difficult for him to switch gears from mission-oriented to home life. It was like he did not know where he fit in anymore, and when he thought about all the things that had gone wrong while he was absent, he praised me profusely. I didn't feel as if I had accomplished much—what was I supposed to do? Sit on my ass and let everything go to hell? Why am I being praised for doing my job? I felt unworthy of his pats on my back. I wanted him to know we still needed him, but it was okay if he needs time to fully acclimate 

As he adapted, and slowly returned to his normal self, I was a little impatient. I had waited for his return for so long, and even though he was physically home, I still felt like I was waiting for him to arrive. It was frustrating, to say the least. After the first week, I recognized that I needed to be more patient, and enjoy that he was home, regardless of the difficulties during transition. After all, we had done this many times before, and we could overcome reintegration obstacles again, I rationalized. He just needed time. 

And then we overcame those obstacles. Almost out of nowhere. He has been home for over a month now, and both of us are back to normal. I thank God everyday for it. Though we aren't ready for his next unaccompanied assignment, we know that there is no way to be ready. There are only ways to cope. With optimism, community support, and patience, we'll keep on keepin' on. 

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

A Tribute to Wine



I thank Wine, for guiding me through some of my darkest hours, and tasting as if it were the nectar of Gods. Whenever I was anxious, butthurt, more sore than a hooker on her payday, or angrier than a mosquito trapped in a mannequin factory, Jesus Juice was there for me. It has calmed my nerves and warmed my deadened soul on more than a few occasionsespecially during 2016: the year humankind has truly been tested. 

How do women who do not consume this liquid happiness do the Mom thing? Momming is not the easiest or the most predictable job in the world. It takes patience and perseverance, on top of an enormous amount of love for small human timebombs full of doo-doo. I remember many times I found turds in an unacceptable location. For instance: in a toy fishbowlin the laundry basket, in the dryer, in the middle of their bedroom, or smeared on walls. Wine, after clean-upwas my savior. I poured some Sanity Syrup into a glass, or drank it right out of the bottle. Just once I sucked Wine right out of a sippy cup when I was too tired to wash another dish. It never judged or objected. Instead, it soothed me, and basically told me I was pretty and that I should have a Mom accolade named after me. I could no longer smell excrement, or feel much disappointment by the end of the first few sips.  

Oh, and when my 4 and 5 year old cut their own hair a few months back, making themselves look like Courtney Love after a 12 day bender? "That's ok," Wine told me, "I'm here, pour me down your gullet." And then I did. "No Ragrets", as the kids are saying nowadays. I laughed about the incident later, while consuming some of Mommy's Medicine. 

Let's not pretend the 2016 primaries or election have been a basket of puppies with bow ties, either. For every time Donald Trump complimented a dictator, or the daily occurrences of Hillary Clinton pretended she was a cute and caring grandma instead of the Cryptkeeper—I turned to Wine. Remember when Trump trolls tried to convince us that Trump would pick a great SCOTUS, even after all that talk about "opening up libel laws"? I could giggle, because I had a red blend by my side, to turn a 'why are you like this?' moment into a 'bless your heart' moment. I shifted from outright insults to much more passive ones. When Hillary called a large percentage of Americans "deplorables", I enthusiastically sipped my pinot noir and shook my head calmly. My cellphone sighed with relief, as I refrained from chucking it into a wall. 

For every policy suggested by Trump resembling an Obama one (ahem, mandatory paid maternity leave)Wine coaxed me back to a better mental state. And for every time Hillary has skirted the law, the Tolerance Juice has swaddled me in antioxidants and taste bud excitement, numbing my urge to throw a toddler-style tantrum 

Wine even offers physical health benefits in moderation—especially red wine. What a dream come true! Doctors say that it increases one's level of HDL cholesterol (dubbed "good" cholesterol), fighting heart disease. I don't know about anyone else, but that makes me "heart" it even more. See what I did there?  

Okay yeah, sorry about that last pun. 

And how about that resveratrol? It's another ingredient Wine offers and it has proven to boost heart health in an array of different mammals. Though, research has not been conducted on the effects of it on the human body. Let me be the first to volunteer for this future project, if it involves devouring man's finest creation aside from the wheel or the nail. Also, I'll do it for free. Because I care. You are welcome, fellow humans.  

No matter your taste in food, there's a wine for that. It is so versatile. Furthermore, it is the only thing that I can think of that actually makes pizza taste even better. It somehow makes freaking pizza taste more satisfying. That is beyond the call of a dinner beverage, and it is absolutely mind-boggling.  
Wine comes from some of the most beautiful places on earth, including Italy, France, and gorgeous places in the hills here in the United States. It's no wonder it tastes so divine. It makes perfect sense that it isn't just my Liquid Psychiatrist—it is also the friend who celebrates every accomplishment and important event in my life with me. Birthdays, promotions, new adventures, anniversaries, date nights out sans children, and that five minutes when all the laundry in the house is complete: I reflect on the day with Celebration Sauce.  

Even everyday boring tasks seem to be less so, when I have Wine by my side. Whether I'm cooking dinner, making a grocery list, or straightening up the house after a long day, it makes those tasks seem less tedious.  

Wine is a delectable alternative to hating everyone, all the time, forever and ever. It gives me something to look forward to at the end of the day, and eases any physical or mental pain I am experiencing. Thank you, Wine, I couldn't get through 2016 without you. You the real MVP.