The Hardest Thing Ever

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This past weekend, I did one of the hardest things I have ever done.

You see this little “army brat” all dressed up in his daddy’s gear – pretending to be a soldier?


Early Sunday morning we dropped him off and he shipped out to put on a uniform of his very own.


His brother – and best friend.


I know I look like I am holding it together just fine, but we had just arrived and it wasn’t time for him to leave yet.


I have to say, I have sent my husband off and said goodbye to him more times that I can count. Off to training, off to Korea, off to Bosnia, off to Iraq (again and again), off to Afghanistan and more.

But this “Goodbye” was the hardest one I think I have ever done. It ripped my heart out, and I was utterly worthless the rest of the day.


So now I’m not just an “Army Wife” but I’m an “Army Mom.” I don’t know which is harder.

5 thoughts on “The Hardest Thing Ever”

  1. Constance,

    From experience, I can say without a doubt, being an Army (and Marine!) mom is MUCH harder! My husband just returned from his last deployment and has retired, but my oldest is a 1LT in the Army and my baby is a Lance Cpl in the USMC…. I don’t think I could be any prouder, but I certainly could be more comfortable if they had chosen other professions. I always say my husband belonged to the Army before he was mine, but my boys….they were mine first! Loved the pictures from Alaska, one day I hope to go!

  2. Ugh…heartstrings….all I have to do is look at pic of my son in Daddy’s Army boots and I cry. I don’t care how old they are, they are still Momma’s little boy. I truly can’t imagine the tug of war your heart is doing right now.

  3. I am so thankful for everything your family stands for and how you have instilled a love for our country in your sons. I don’t understand what it is to say goodbye to a child yet but I am already dreading the day when I have to!



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