Acceptance

I took on the role of a military wife, after 9/11. I had no idea what to expect. Now, after all the time away my husband has spent- away from me, away from our children, well, I still don't know what to expect. And I can't say I've gotten used to it. I constantly pray for his safety, no matter where he may be. I constantly pray that I can hold things together for our kids in his absence.
I've built a mental wall on our steady foundation, that I can lean on. It's constructed of pride in him, trust in our relationship, love for him and our children, and the knowledge that what he is doing is right and good. I lean against this wall, when I am tired, hurting, alone. I use it for support when I feel like falling down. It's a strong wall and I am constantly reinforcing it.
When he returns to me, when I have him in my arms. He will be my wall. And I will be his. Leaning on each other, through bad times and good.
For now, I will accept our sacrifices. I will accept the distance between us. I will accept the evil and chaos in the world that has caused this all to be. And I will accept my role as a military wife with great pride.