My Sisters

We are sisters, we understand. The struggle. The happiness. The farewells and the homecomings…oh, gotta love the homecomings.

 

by Makinzy Bond, Guest Contributor

We are sisters, we understand. The struggle. The happiness. The farewells and the homecomings…oh, gotta love the homecomings.

We are the only ones who know what it means to sign a contract without putting a pen to paper, to take an oath without saying the words and to commit to a lifetime of sacrifice without ever stepping foot in battle.

We carry no rank, no say (at least without a power of attorney), but mostly…we carry no regret.

We are the disciplinarians AND the playmates to our children. We are the sounding boards that our spouses bounce the work day off of. We are the ear listening when our fellow military spouses are going through a rough patch.

We are the stability and the foundation in a lifestyle of movement.

Us, and us alone, know what it feels like to celebrate birthdays over FaceTime. We know that giving birth with your best friend that you met 6 months ago at your new duty station is not something that is unfamiliar or unheard of.

We know when we PCS in the middle of a school year and need an emergency contact that your next door neighbor is a viable option.

We know that no matter what branch, we all know the same struggles. They come in different acronyms, lengths of time and career paths, but they all have the same balancing act behind the scenes.

We have all seen the spouse with a husband gone who can bake 4 dozen cookies for the bake sale, teach an exercise class, get the kids to baseball after school, and manage to have a hot meal waiting when they all get home.

We have seen the spouse who grabs Burger King every other night while their significant other is gone because cooking for one can be really freakin’ hard.

There is absolutely no wrong or right way. We understand because we have all been on both sides of the spectrum.

There is an unspoken knowing we have of each other.

The mom in the commissary with the crying baby keeping her eyes glued to her shopping list because the tears she has welled up are just about to start falling is a situation we can all resonate with. A simple look is all it takes to let her know “Been there, done that, we all get it and you’re doing great momma.”

There is nothing better then having someone pay it forward to completely change the flow of the day, maybe even the flow of that TDY or deployment.

We are sisters, we understand.

The struggle.

The happiness.

The farewells and the homecomings…oh, gotta love the homecomings.

The good, the bad and the ugly, nothing and I mean nothing, can come between what we all share.

We are a different kind of brave. We are a specific kind of strong. We are a love that understands “service over self” and has made it work day in and day out.

We are one of a kind. We are sisters.

Carla Makinzy Bond Carla Makinzy Bond is a stay-at-home mom of 3 children. She is married to her amazing high school sweetheart and she hails from Texas but is currently stationed in Oklahoma.

 

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