Monday, June 3, 2013

Strength (Life Lessons with Izzy)



 
   Strength.  It is one of those things that conjures different images.  To some it might bring thoughts of body builders and super heroes, while to others it brings about thoughts of an emotionally strong person.  Tonight, as I was picking things up around the house, I took some things into my bedroom and looked at my husband sleeping.  In that moment I knew exactly what direction this post was going to go.

   For those that don't know, my husband is an Army Infantryman.  He has served through 3 deployments in the middle east and has come out with countless awards including a Purple Heart and Bronze Star.  I am ridiculously proud of him.  But, before I get wrapped up in gushing about how awesome he is overall, I will keep to the point.  You see, as I looked at him lying in the bed sleeping after he had worked a 24 hour day yesterday, I realized something.  He embodies every sort of strength imaginable.

   My husband, well he is my Rock of Gibraltar.  He is unfailing in his love for me no matter how crazy I get.  He supports me and encourages me.  He fights for me and for our relationship.  He is the foundation upon which our family is built.  He is the glue that holds my insanity precariously together.  He works endlessly and tirelessly throughout the day and comes home exhausted.  Yet somehow, he always finds time to tell me how much he loves me.  He takes time to play with our daughter.  He lets us know we are important.

  He is not only strong for me, he is strong for his soldiers.  He has seen unimaginable things and been through situations no one should ever have to go through, but in it all, he always puts his guys first.  At every function someone takes the time to tell me how amazing he is.  And the funny part in all of it is that he wants none of the accolades.  He does it, because it is the right thing to do.  Not to be a hero, not to be well liked, but because it is necessary.  In that he shows me strength of character.

   Then there is the obvious sort of strength.  He is like a stinking pack mule.  I tried to put all of his equipment on before the last deployment and literally fell over.  He has to walk miles and miles with at least a hundred pounds of added weight strapped on.  That is just crazy people!  So in that, he shows physical strength.  I also think it shows great mental strength to push through it all.

  It is not just my husband's strength that keeps me going though.  I was lucky enough to have a mom that prepared me for the life of an Army wife.  She taught me to be independent, to be courageous, and above all how to use a screwdriver.  I would not be able to survive the life I lead if it weren't for her strong steady influence growing up.  She taught me how to be strong.  Even now when I forget, she is there to remind me.

  I have been overwhelmingly blessed in this life with an abundance of examples of what it means to be strong.  With the people I love at my back, I feel almost invincible.  Izzy has to face some extremely hard times in See How She Runs.  Here is a little snippet of her showing her strength.



"Alright, distance and no friendship.  This was just going to be a barrel of laughs.  Not that saving the world and taking down and evil corporation should be fun, but the heroine should at least have some perks.  Maybe a bat cave or some shiny weapons.  Instead I got the Olympic Wilderness and a bipolar sensei.  I would have to make the best of it, just like my mom taught me." -Izzy

xoxo
Michelle

6 comments:

  1. its amazing how each post you have i can relate to! my husband is also my rock and my strength.

    thank you so much for sharing such intimate details of your life with us and for making us feel so much a part of your journey.

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    1. Ali, I think that in sharing part of my life, it will help readers better understand my characters. They are informed by my life, why not let people see that a little. There are some things I won't ever share here. Like pictures of my family, but I don't mind sharing the stories. :)

      love you!

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  2. I feel the same way about my hubby. He's my hero and my best friend. Love your writing and your willingness to share.

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    1. Thanks Steph. I am just so grateful that you all want to come along on the ride with me!!!

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  3. This is great! You are right about the different types of strengths out there. Kev is like that, sort of. He's not in the army but he works tirelessly so that I can stay home with the boys. And yes, he has even begun to put up with the craziness that has afflicted me through out the years of me being a SAHM. I think I was on the verge of depression before I started my blog and even for a while after it. He remained constant in my life, not giving into my moods.

    Thank you for sharing.

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    1. Husbands are just so awesome. No matter their profession, I think they are all heroic. Especially when putting up with us crazy wives. I know that having a creative outlet for myself has really helped channel my anxiety and depression. It gives me personal goals. I think sometimes as SAHM we worry about everyone else and forget to have goals just for ourselves. Don't get me wrong, it is my calling to be a mom and I love every second of it. It is just so nice to have goals for myself other than clean the house, do the laundry, and feed everyone. LOL.

      xoxo,
      Michelle

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