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Boots

Published August 10, 2016 by lynn k scott

Facebook was nice enough to remind me of a short poem I wrote five years ago.  I had forgotten about it; really.  It was a time when I was trying to keep busy; be normal.

It was my son’s first (and only, if i get my wish) deployment.  I was a mess and writing helped.  I wrote to those deployed, other military moms and even new Gold Star moms (hard to do with a deployed child).

I am passionate about supporting our military because I know how much it helps their morale; esp. when being so far from home.  I will be sharing more about that and how others can help, but for now…a simple poem that gave me something to look forward to…

 

I have a spot on the floor
Right near the front door
There’s supposed to be a pair of boots there
But I can’t find them anywhere
I know where they’ve gone
Hopefully, it won’t be too long
For them to be replaced
And I see my son’s smiling face!

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Could I ask a favor?

Published March 23, 2016 by lynn k scott

I typically don’t ask for favors, but I am now.

I have a talented friend, Tom, whom I met because of my sister.  He is a veteran and has entered a contest.  I would like to see his drawing get the most “likes”.  If you have Facebook, and it’s not too much trouble, could you please click on the link, “like” the drawing and feel free to say a few words in a comment if the moment moves you to do so.

Then, if you wouldn’t mind either sharing this blog or the link on your own Facebook wall, it would be a double dose of kindness.

So here’s the link, Jessie’s Warriors,

Thank you so much!

I’ve gotten more ink…

Published January 14, 2016 by lynn k scott

A little less than a year ago, I shared a memory about when I was confronted about my not-so-girly tattoos.  If you’d like to read about it and see some of my tattoos, you can do so here.

Since that time, I’ve continued to get more ink.  My latest piece, or I should say pieces, are a tribute to my mother.  I started with a simple tattoo, in script, that said,

Give Me Strength

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I had no idea how I was going to continue without my mother.

In addition to losing my sister only a year before my mom suddenly passing, I was now the guardian to my five and six year old nieces.  My husband was not on board with that necessity.  Add my daughter into the mix who never had to “share” mommy and chaos was the norm.  My life was a mess.  So yes, I prayed for strength daily.

Turns out I was only a guardian for about a year.  However, that experience will always stay with me.  I will always second-guess decisions I had to make.  Life hasn’t been the same since, but that’s a story for another day.

Not too long ago, I had the tattoo finished.  I added an cracking hourglass, with red sand and blue roses.  Blue was my mom’s favorite color.  The banner read, “Gone Too Soon”.

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I’m waiting for some money to get another tattoo.  That will represent my status as an Army mom.  It will be a single rose that will be red, white and blue.  It will have a ribbon down the stem, saying, “Army Mom”.  Finally, there will be a pair of dog tags at the bottom of the stem and my son’s name will be on one of the tags.  It will go on my left forearm.  Under my sister’s memorial tattoo.  My son and my sister had a special bond, so it’s only fitting their tattoos share the same arm.

A couple tattoos I didn’t share in the last post are on my legs.  My left leg bears my volunteer work when I was with Soldiers’ Angels.  I wrote to many deployed military personnel and Gold Star families.  I even had the opportunity to coordinate a Marine homecoming.  It was the highlight of my volunteer work.

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This the circle of the branches represent the halo and the wings represent the wings of an angel.  This was my version of a “Soldier’s Angel”.

I have two tattoos on my chest.  These represent my children.  My first four are on a rose that has four hearts and their initials are in one heart for each one of them.  It was my very first tattoo and really needs to be redone.

On the other side is a tattoo my youngest picked out as “her” tattoo.  I had to talk her out of quite a few tattoo selections.  I explained I’m getting a tattoo just for her, but since it will be on my body for life, I agree to it first.  We ended up with a multicolored butterfly.

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So there’s a bit more a glimpse into who I am.  I love my tattoos and the meaning behind each one.  I enjoy discussing tattoos with people.  They are just so interesting and normally there’s a story attached to each one.

If you have a tattoo you’d like to share, I’d love to see them!

Humble

Published December 22, 2015 by lynn k scott

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Many of you know I am a Blue Star Mom.  If you are unfamiliar with what that means, it means I have a child serving (or has served) in the military. Blue Star Mothers is a national organization where local chapters meet to support each other, support our troops, their families and veterans.

I would say we’re most known for sending care packages.  However, there’s a side many people don’t see.  Blue Star Moms also address immediate issues that arise.

I had the honor of helping a military family, along with other Blue Star Moms and our community.  This family had a tragedy involving their young child.  We started a fundraiser in order to help raise airfare for the family.

I sent out a bunch of emails and shared Facebook posts and answered texts and kept in contact with our Blue Star board members.  Last night, I received a call.  A non-profit stepped up to donate the airfare money.  I was on the verge of tears.  We were going to be able to remove one stressor from this family who lost so much.

I was humbled today when I was presented with the check, was able to personally thank the man and his son for their donation and make another community contact.

Something as simple as airfare reminds me what I have to be thankful for. That by volunteering some of my free time, I can make a difference. Together with other Blue Star Moms, and our community, we are making a big difference.  We all have the ability to help someone:  lend an ear, give a hug, offer a smile, pay for someone’s coffee, volunteer, collect canned goods, etc.

In 2016, whatever is within your capabilities, I urge you to make a difference on some level.

“A Soldier’s Deck of Cards”

Published December 3, 2015 by lynn k scott

I have to say, this video, “A Solider’s Deck of Cards” is one of my favorite YouTube videos of all time.  I have been sharing this video for the last few years.

I remember when I first saw it.  I was stunned at how the cards could be interpreted as a Bible, Almanac and more.  It affected me deeply as a military mom.  I had several soldiers I had adopted and I couldn’t help but think of them, as well as other military personnel, far from home.

I would love to thank Justin Flom for creating this video.  Sure I can read the story on any number of sites, but he brought this story to life.  The ending gets me every time.

After watching the video, will you be able to look at a standard deck of cards the same again?

What did you think of it?

Song: Belleau Wood

Published December 3, 2015 by lynn k scott

I credit my sister for introducing me to the singing of Garth Brooks.  While the introduction started, with “Papa Loves Mama”, my appreciation and enjoyment of Garth’s music has grown substantially over the years.  I admit, I wasn’t always a country fan, but there are a lot of good songs out there.

This time three years ago, my sister asked me to post this song to her Facebook account.  She was in the hospital and having trouble posting it. It was a job I did for her when her illness prevented her from doing so.

I had never heard the song “Belleau Wood” by Garth Brooks.  It’s still hard to listen to it, without getting misty-eyed, because it’s such a reminder of my sister, her unwaivering love for our military and our bond.  Every year, I listen to this song, just like I would “Silent Night” or any other Christmas song.

The song recounts a Christmas truce in 1914.  Some will argue its validity. Regardless of whether the truce actually took place, it’s something to believe in.  That our enemies aren’t as different as we’d like to believe.   That we share a commonality with our fellow man.  There was temporarily “peace on Earth”; more precisely in Belleau Wood.

Fitbit turned me into an expectant father!

Published November 2, 2015 by lynn k scott

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Fitbit has turned me into an expectant father.  Ok, so not literally; I am a woman after all.

I purchased a fitbit online about a month ago.  I don’t need something to tell me, I’m not sleeping, I just want to track my steps and maybe enjoy a few step-challenges with my friends.

Twice last week, I forgot to hook my fitbit to the pocket in my jeans.  You’d have thought I forgot my phone or worse, my bra, when I realized my little electronic tracker was safe at home.  I felt naked, vulnerable and I missed it!

I survived, but it wasn’t the same.  I had to resort to using my phone to track my steps.  Forgot to carry it half the time and didn’t get accurate information that way.  *BOO*

I’m back to having my little electronic buddy with me again.  However, my dogs think I have lost it (well by the looks I’m getting that’s my interpretation).  See, every night before bed, I look at my step total.  My goal is at least 10,000 steps per day.  When I realize I’m 250 steps, normally less, away from that goal, I pace my room.  The only thing I can equate to how I look is those tv shows that show the dad, in the waiting room, pacing back and forth, constantly looking at the door for the nurse to walk through and inform him on the status of his child.

So yes, fitbit has turned me into the proverbial “expectant father”.  I don’t mind though.  I am aware that I am exercising more and that I am staying more active.  If you haven’t obtained a fitbit yet, I highly recommend getting one!

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