MEET LAUREL....

 

 The following submission is from Laurel Olmsted, a military mother I've never met but have been in touch with for several years now. Thank you, Laurel, for this post! I know there are many military mothers that will shake their heads in unity when reading your story! Even though it was written in 2003 these are timeless words that every military family can relate to...

We have three sons. Our oldest went into the Marines but was sent home due to a bee allergy. This was before 9/11---I am sure they would have kept him, had we been at war. 
Our middle and youngest sons went into the Army shortly before 9/11. They both were deployed. I didn’t take a true breath for four years, but I did learn what praying without ceasing meant. 

Some nights I slept by my computer just in case one of them was able to ICQ me. I lived with the TV on and hung on to every scrap of news I could get. And I waited. I waited for emails from my sons, I waited for news from the military, and I waited on living my life. When your child is in a combat zone, it consumes you. One of the worst things I have ever had to do is take my son, my baby, and put him on a plane to return to combat. What kind of mother does that?? He may have been the Army’s soldier, but he was still the little boy I had nurtured and loved with all my heart. I needed a support system, but as war was a new experience for me, there was none. 
I got together with two other moms and we talked about our sons. We shared our fears. We held on to each other and we held each other up. Those first few meetings turned into the beginning of a military family support group that would span 10 years and touch thousands of lives. I have had so many people ask me why I worked so hard, gathering donations, packing boxes, shipping boxes, giving speeches, writing letters. They said that I was doing such a wonderful thing for our troops and I was given awards. What they didn’t understand was that I didn’t do it for the accolades; I did it for each and every mother’s son and daughter serving in harm’s way. I did it to make sure that they knew they were not forgotten. Another thing that helped get me thru those years was my writing. I wrote poems, I wrote stories, and I wrote letters to other soldiers. I wrote about my new normal. People who don't have children in a war zone cannot fully understand what we go through every second of every day. Our life is no longer what we used to consider normal. Now normal is watching TV news and flipping back and forth between CNN and Fox; having the radio AND TV on so you don't miss anything. It's reading the paper for any details; it's seeing something in a store that makes you cry, or having someone say, "how are you?" and it brings you to tears. It's checking your email at 2, 4, 5, 6 am just in case....It's seeing the flag and knowing that is the symbol of America that is sewn on the soldiers' uniforms, the symbol they are making a stand for.

 

 It's tying yellow ribbons to anything that will stand still. It's wearing the picture of your son over your heart and you reach up and touch it without even being aware of it. And you pray. And you remember the little boy who you would not even allow to cross the street by himself. And you pray. That is our "normal." When the soldiers return, they will never be the same. But neither will we. We will have grown and found strength within us that we never knew we had. And we have made the best of friends with others who carry a piece of our heart in theirs. 
Laurel A. Olmsted (written Dec. 2, 2003) 
PS...My sons have returned home and I am forever thankful for that. When I wrote the piece above, I had no idea how true the statement would be that the soldiers would never be the same. Sometimes, war is never over for our returning military. May God bless our troops and those who love them. 
Laurel Olmsted October 16, 2013