We spent four hours in the ER, because I thought Cade needed stitches.
A nurse practitioner cleaned his wound, applied ointment, and mummy wrapped his hand.
As we left, I felt embarrassed.
I could and can do a lot of things.
But in the heat of that moment, in the thick of it…
I needed help.
I need someone to hug me tight when I feel like breaking.
I had gotten so caught up in all of it, that I just couldn’t see any of it.
Deployment teaches us a lot about ourselves… about who we are and who we hope to be.
I hear, “I admire your strength,” or, “You are so strong,” more times than I care to count.
The thing is… It’s not about strength. We all have the strength to survive anything.
It’s just buried deep inside.
It’s about asking for help when you need it, and just simply getting things done.
It’s about perseverance and the will to keep going.
Here we are in the middle of the eleventh month, and I’m second guessing myself.
I’m tired and worn out.
So much waits for us on the other side of this deployment-
and I’m not even sure how I’ll get there…