I have been trying to sell my daughter’s ice skates for the last five years. They were only worn about 3 times and then she outgrew them. I had a few inquiries, but the deal was never sealed. I recently reposted them and someone finally wanted to buy them.
The mom, who I had been corresponding with, said she was blessed to be able to get them for her daughter. I was selling them for $20 as they were in mint condition. I decided to surprise her but she had sent her husband instead.
I let him know that I was gifting the skates to his daughter and appreciated all he was doing. He said he appreciated me. I should mention, the father is currently serving in the Air Force. As an Army mom, I do what I can to help out our military (past and present).
Later, I received a text from the mom. She said her entire family was moved by my generosity. Her daughter was so excited with her “new” skates. I simply told her that I was recovering from a serious illness and I had been blessed with a lot of support and now I am able to pay it forward.
We traded a few more texts. I told her it was meant to be, as I had held onto those skates for so many years. She asked if she could pray for me. I thanked her as prayers are always welcomed and appreciated. I extended an invite to Simple Church, in case they didn’t have a home church. God works in mysterious ways. It was a blessing to be able to give a little girl a pair of skates and in turn, I received something much greater.
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!
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?
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.
Several years ago, I had the privilege of “meeting” singer, Jimmy Parker. I first “met” Jimmy in a military radio station chat room. It was there that I first heard the song, “A Soldier Is Worth It To Me“.
It conveys the simple message of how easy it is to be appreciative to our military and their families for the sacrifices they make in order to keep us free.
It’s a simple song but the message has always stayed with me, because it’s an important one. I have thanked many military personnel, with gift boxes, coffee, letters, standing in a flag line with the Patriot Guard Riders, a handshake and/or a hug.
Take a moment to extend thanks to our service personnel the next time you see them. They really do appreciate it.
With Memorial Day only a few weeks away, I’d like share a tradition I have started with my daughter. This will be the third year we honor our fallen military.
Perhaps you’ve been to a cemetery and seen coins on the tombstones but never understood why. There are a variety of beliefs as to how this came about and why. I am focusing on the present and our military personnel.
Penny = you visited the grave
Nickel = you trained in bit camp together
Dime = you served in the same company
Quarter = you were there when they died
Each year, I take my daughter to the Sacramento Valley National Cemetery. We take a bag of 50 pennies. She picks the headstone. I read the name, rank, branch and years of birth/death. She then places a penny on the headstone and says, “Thank you for your service”.
I am teaching her the real reason behind Memorial Day. I am teaching her that freedom isn’t free. It can get emotional. It can raise questions you might not be prepared to answer (depending on the child’s age). However, I personally believe it is important to honor those who fight and die for us.
This picture was from last year. It was the final grave we visited and I will never forget it. My daughter thought it was “funny” that there was a bottle of beer there. I explained why some people do that. As I went to read the headstone, I stopped. My daughter looked at me, just after I wiped a tear that was threatening to fall. I told her that the Marine (if I remember correctly) that was buried there, was her brother’s age. She made a slight gasping noise, bent down, hugged the stone and then said, “thank you for your service”. Then my tears really fell as I said a sllient prayer for his family.
As an Army mom of a soldier in the 82nd Airborne, I consider it an honor to make this acknowledgment each year.
“We must never forget why we have, and why we need our military. Our armed forces exist solely to ensure our nation is safe, so that each and every one of us can sleep soundly at night, knowing we have ‘guardians at the gate’.” (Allen West)
I originally was going to post a true sleeping quote as I am lacking in that today. However, in my quest for today’s quote, I found this and my Army-mom heart swelled a bit, I nodded in agreement and the today’s quote was selected.