I have been sitting here today, chatting with some great "virtual" friends. I call them virtual because we have never met. We talk on
Facebook, Twitter and through our blogs. My husband deployed last April and came home as scheduled in Nov. Everyone knows those months in-between the leaving and getting home are incredibly stressful, emotionally draining. Even when things go as planned it is hard and when bumps in the road happen along the way it becomes even more stressful. Right before my hubs left this last time I decided to check in on my defunct Twitter account I never used, never really understood and decided to give it a chance. I can't even remember how it happened but I decided to search for the term, military wife. Well there were tons! So long story short, I met a lot of great folks in the first few weeks before hubs even left, and some of them literally kept me sane through the following 7 months. There is something comfortable about chatting with someone that "needs" nothing from me, who I can talk to with no fear of being asked a favor, "can you watch the kids?" , "can you pick me up to go to the commissary?" and all the other things friends ask when sometimes all you need is a, "how are you doing today?".
So this isn't really about that, this is about how I was thinking of my mother today. My mother who watched my dad go off on a ship for somewhere in Asia (as she would find out later it was Vietnam), not sure where but needed to go anyhow to be with his "buddies". I thought of my mom, knowing nothing and living in Philadelphia since she had 2 small children and wanted to live close to home while my dad was gone and her being utterly alone. How hard that would have been. No one to talk to, no one to share
similar experiences with. How when I got up in the morning I had at my fingertips a whole network of people that were available to listen to me and to tell me when it was
OK to feel bad and when to get over myself. She didn't have that.
I feel lucky for the people I have met, that know me somehow better than a lot of my "real" friends. I wish my mom would have had that.