Not All Heroes Wear Uniforms

This is a story I wrote many years ago. It happened to me when the war in Iraq was in full force and so many of our service men and women were serving multiple tours there. At the time, I didn’t have a blog or a way to publish it. I just wrote it quietly for her because I felt so guilty. Now, on this Veteran’s Day, I post it here. 

All I could do was smile.  I was uncomfortable, caught off guard, and all I could do was flash a weak smile and then slowly turn my head.  What a shame.  I had an opportunity and I missed it.  I’m sorry.

I was on a flight from Minnesota back to my home in Seattle after the holidays.  I was alone with my two young boys.  It was the first time that I had flown by myself with both boys, and I had been nervous about the trip all day.  We were prepped to the hilt.  I had various toys for my 8 month-old.  My 4 year-old was geared with a brand new iPod loaded with videos and songs.  I had toys, books, crafts, and snacks at the ready.  We pre-boarded and took our seats, and I began to set us up for the next three hours with a precision usually reserved for state visits.  Once I looked over and saw our neighbors, however, I felt both silly and humbled at the same time.

It was another mom by herself but she had three young boys – ages 8, 5 and 1.  She was very sweet and calm, and we chatted as much as we could between feedings, entertaining, and calming.  We shared toys, books, and knowing glances that only other moms understand.  Her bravery and grace awed me.  She told me that her husband was in the military and on his fourth deployment overseas.  He was serving his second tour in Iraq.

Because she and the boys were going to be alone over the holidays, she had decided to go and visit her family for Christmas.  That night, they were on their way from her parents’ home in Buffalo, New York to their current home in Fairbanks, Alaska.  I caught up with them on their third flight of the day.  They had one more left after we landed at 7:30pm in Seattle.

Her boys were doing a good job and so was she but, let’s be honest, it was a tough flight for all of them.  Their books, toys, gadgets, crafts, and games were all a bore by now.  The baby was overtired and fussing.  She was doing her best to keep it together, but it was not easy.  The woman in front of them was clearly frustrated and did little to hide it. She eventually turned to me and, in a voice loud enough for the military mom to hear, said, “I see that YOU’VE read up about what to do with your kids on an airplane.”  Again, my response was a deer in headlights smile.

I should have stopped and told this woman what a brave mother she was sitting near.  It is so common to forget about the sacrifices that military spouses make and this mother was a perfect example of it.  There is no glory for her.  She was not wearing a uniform, and no one was stopping her in the airport to thank her for her service.  Instead, she endured an insult from the person in front of her.

I should have taken this chance to thank her for her service.  I should have told the complaining woman that I had only one flight and a husband waiting for me at home.  She had 4 flights and a husband who was away at war.

It was an opportunity that I missed.  I will take it now.  To my fellow mom and all of the other moms and dads out there in homes that are too quiet; you, too, are heroes, and I thank you for your service.

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One thought on “Not All Heroes Wear Uniforms

  1. So well said! I think nearly ALL of us moms out there, young and old, are guilty of not speaking up at the right time. I have nothing but admiration for the military mom and her young children, and dagger thoughts for the lady who spoke so negatively about her. Thanks for writing!

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