My Mom wears combat boots

Ok, so I have been pretty "normal" about my dad being in Iraq twice. Both times when I had each baby!! Nooo, I love stress! But he didn't do it to upset me I know but still. Being 39 weeks pregnant with Philip and having mom here in England and the phone ringing and it's dad and we hear the RPGs flying over head and he's hiding between a building and a dumpster to say good bye to mom isn't my idea of a good time!! But the media really wants to only show the "bad" side of the people of Iraq. Well, they are really nice people, they have been nothing but kind and generous to my family, that has been in Iraq. They just want what any human wants, shelter, food, water, to be happy and FREEDOM! That's why my parents are over there, to help give that to them. Dad brings water to villages that haven't had running water ever! And helps bulid schools.

But back to the subject....on the playground it was an insult to hear "your momma wears combat boots" Well I think I would still get into a fight over it but only to defend the honor of those little combat boots. I don't like the fact that she is in Iraq or that there have been attacks on the compound that she lives at but I do like the fact that I tower 8 inches over her that she is there and facing things I would never dare face. But I still don't want her over there! She has to wear a helmet and kevlar (spelling) vest mommies shouldn't have to wear these things. Now, I respect all women in the military you do something I could never do. But when it's your momma, and you are a momma things change. She's a grandma!! She should be making cookies and knitting baby blankets....well my grandma never knitted but you know what I mean. She shouldn't have to get in an armored vehicle to go 5 miles down the road!! I try not to worry about her but I do all of the time. I know that she is with dad and that's the only thing that keeps me from going crazy. I don't talk about it much because...I start thinking about it and I can't go there. I have 2 kids and a house to run and I don't need to become a mess. I'm proud of her but I just hope she knows that I have always been proud of her. We have our differences (Daddy- but that's another blog) but she is my mom and nothing can stop me from being a frightened little girl. I get to talk to her as much as I want to and leave it to mom to find shopping! I have received many wonderful gifts from her since she has been there. My top favorite are the 2 flags that were flown over the embassy in Mosul in honor of her service. One for Michael and one for Philip. We are going to have shadow boxes made and frames for the certs and they will always be in the boys room. That's something very dear to me. Being in England I can't wave a flag or post a yellow ribbon outside my home but I fly one in my heart and there is always a yellow ribbon attached to it for my little momma in combat boots.