What comes to your mind when you think of a mother’s worst nightmare? Perhaps it is the inability to protect your child? A mother’s job is to simply protect her children from the dangers in the world. This protective instinct does not end when they are adults. This is the story of my worst nightmare as a mother and how I survived it. My son Nicholas is a Staff Sergeant in the Air Force. Nick called me out of the blue and just hearing the tone of his voice, I knew that something was wrong. He asked if I was driving or if I had time to talk. I said I did and he told me to sit down because he had something important to tell me. He told me that he had just received orders that he was being deployed to Afghanistan for six months. My heart stopped. I started to shake and felt tears running down my cheeks. I kept thinking of all the young men and women who had died over there and how they had this same conversation with their parents before they left home to defend our country. He said he would not be leaving for two months, so we had time to come …show more content…
He liked working at the prison and told me that it was the safest place in Afghanistan. This is where my nightmare truly began. The news reported that a Koran was burnt at the very prison where Nick was working. The base was being attacked and there were casualties. I kept praying that Nick would call, but the call never came. Every time the phone rang I feared that Nick had died. I would cry over nothing. I was glued to the television waiting for updates. No one seemed to understand how I felt until I found a group called Mothers Coping with Deployment. We were all moms struggling with our children being in a warzone. We could talk freely about our fears, frustrations and share our grief or joy. This group of women helped me keep my sanity during this horrible period. After two long weeks, I finally received that long awaited call from
Deployment is a word that all military spouses and military families dread to hear. When my husband came home to our barely moved in house with news of his deployment to Afghanistan, I was devastated. Though we received terrible news, we also felt incredible joy that same week. I was pregnant with our first child. We were overjoyed by this news but it also meant that my husband would be away the first eight months of our son’s life.
For weeks leading up to his trip, it was all I could think about and it kept me up at night. My husband had been in the Navy for almost 8 years at this point and had been on two Middle East deployments in our marriage so I was no stranger to being alone, but this time was different, this time I had another tiny human being that I loved more than anything in this world to keep alive. I distinctly remember the day he left on that trip being the worst day of my life, I stood in our house and cried uncontrollably and thought to myself, there was no way I was going to be able to do this alone for one day, let alone two weeks. I went to her and spent an hour crying, telling her everything that had happened in the last year, she hugged me and assured me that there was nothing wrong with me, just something a little unbalanced inside me and that we were going to work together to fix it.
Most parents want the best for their children: financially, emotionally, and physically. However, sometimes there are external barriers that prevent full growth in these areas. These are the limitations that no parent feels comfortable speaking about because all they do is bring back memories of attempted success, yet never quite reached. In Tillie Olsen’s narration, I Stand Here Ironing there is a mother who is concerned for her daughter, Emily after a full nineteen years have passed. She begins to remember what her socioeconomic standings represented through the eyes of Emily, who is only now like a blossomed flower. There were struggles from both ends. Mother had to raise her daughter without the father, who had left due to poverty and mother also had to continue working a job to provide for food and for other survival necessities, which seemed to affect Emily’s happiness- which mother is now reminiscing about. Set during the Great Depression, the reader can understand that there will be financial shortcomings and many challenges that go along with this
The air was warm, the beams of sunlight shined on my skin, and the sweet laughter of my daughter came as she ran about. I could hear the bark of the neighbor’s dog in the distance, the scraping sound of a jogger's sneakers on the gravel sidewalk and I could smell the sweet aroma of the ripening peaches coming from the tree in our backyard. It was a brilliant summer day just like any other. My husband, Matthew, pulled in. Our daughter ran to him as he walked up the drive, “Daddy, Daddy,” she shouted as she wrapped her arms around him, embracing him with love. My husband sat beside me and began to speak. My heart began to beat slowly and erratically at first, my eyes began to burn in their sockets and a lump rose in my throat. The hair on my arms stood on end as my eyes began to fill with tears. “I got orders babe, I’m going to be shipped out in eight days.” These words my husband spoke would be the begging of a whole new life, a whole new fear. This day my life changed forever. On this day I learned my husband was going to be deployed.
At Ten P.m on September 23, 2006, my mother Kelli Elizabeth Dicks was hit by a car on Route 146 southbound trying to cross the high speed lane. She was being picked up by a friend. Instead of taking the exit and coming to the other side of the highway, her ride suggested she run across the street. The impact of the car caused her to be thrown 87 feet away from the original impact zone and land in a grassy patch of land, her shoes stayed where she was hit. She was immediately rushed to Rhode Island Hospital where she was treated for serious injuries. When she arrived at the hospital she was rushed into the operating room for an emergency surgery. The amount of injuries she sustained were unbelievable. She broke 18 different bones, lacerated her liver and her spleen, ruptured her bladder, and she collapsed both lungs. When she went in for her emergency operation, and had her
When I was pregnant with my first child, a friend told me, “Remember, daddies do it different. And that’s okay.”
He is a very strong worker, and very dedicated to being in the marines with the U.S military, for World War 2. He is starting to miss his family, and is noticing how hard boot camp is, he thinks to himself how much longer he can put up with this. He reminds me of how hard I work, once I start something I always finish it, and that’s what he does as well. This boy has a lot of fears from his childhood such as swimming, snakes, and sharp objects. Being in the military is changing him not to fear them as much anymore.
Growing up I always had to deal with the fact that my father was involved in the military. My father was deployed twice: once in Germany, and later to Kuwait. I was only four years old when he first traveled and almost every day I asked where dad was. The second time I was fourteen, and I was devastated that my best friend wasn’t going to be home for a year. Both times he left, it was awful for my mom, my brother, and me because he was the one person that kept us together as a family and once he was gone we were just broken. A military family goes through more than a regular family does in a year. Those veterans have families, how do people think they feel. Children who live in a military family have a higher risk of depression, anxiety, and other mental issues. Although many people believe that we should send our soldiers overseas to keep our country safe, there is no reason why our
As a child growing up, there were times I would feel my mother would be out to just make
When I was a few months old, I was placed in foster care because my mother was charged with child endangerment and neglect. I do not know why she was charged but I am sure it had something to do with her severe drug addiction. I stayed in foster care for 4 and a half years before my next of kin was contacted, my grandmother. She traveled back up to New York to begin the process of gaining guardianship of me. (She had done the same arduous process a year earlier for my brother) She was granted custody and quickly moved me away from New York. When my brother was eight and I was seven, our grandmother adopted us and became our permanent legal guardian. My father wasn’t around because he was in prison for numerous charges.
So I would like to say to those parents remember them and honor them each and every day through their actions and their courage to answer the call of duty. To protect you and this beautiful country that we live in. Death leaves a heartache no one can heal Love leaves a memory no one can
I was thirteen when my mom was diagnosed with depression. She never told me why she fell victim, but I always knew it was because my dad was a heavy drinker. My mom fell in and out of her depression periodically and I was always there for her as she had always been there for me. My environment growing up was not the best, but it is what molded the determined, focused, and motivated person I am now.
When I was seventeen I nervously traveled about 350 miles from my sleepy little home town of Freedom, Wyoming to the relatively enormous city of Boise, Idaho to go to the Military Entrance Processing Station. This wasn 't the first time I had been this far from home by myself, but it was the first time I was making adult decisions without my parents involvement. When it came time for me to choose my job in the army the counselors presented me with a long list that I qualified for. I got tired of scrolling and reading so I chose the first job that I actually understood. I returned home and excitedly told my parents that I would be an infantry soldier. My dad 's response to this might be considered a little less than heart warming “You dumb ass. Why didn 't you choose
High school years are supposed to be a time for fun and exciting events in every adolescent's life. There are parties, ball games, and local after school hangout joints where we can meet. All combined to making high school the most memorable years of any teenage girl?s life. However, my experience in high school took an uneventful turn in tenth grade. My carefree ways had to end and a new wave of responsibility was presented to me. I found out that I was two months pregnant. My thoughts tugged at my conscience, how was I to tell the father of my unborn child? Would my mother support my decision? I had to forget about my partying ways and hanging with my friends. My freedom days of coming and going were about to be over and I quickly became the girl about whom everyone was talking.
I think it was at its peak from about the age of twelve to roughly