Monday, July 18, 2016

All Lives Don't Matter

I was saying this before three more Police Officers were shot and killed this weekend in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Before three other Officers were wounded, and sent to the hospital, to recover and worry about their fellow Officers.
The placaters who have been tweeting and shouting and insisting "All Lives Matter" just don't have a clue.
There is an evil that exists in this world, and although I believe that God Himself values each and every life, I certainly don't have to, nor will I hide behind such an incredibly trite statement.
A child molester's life DOES NOT MATTER.
Not one bit.
A serial killer's life DOES NOT MATTER, and he or she would certainly be better off not hiding among those of us who would like to live out our lives.
What do you say to this bunch, when a BLACK POLICE OFFICER was shot and killed over the weekend? Was he then Black, or Blue?
Did he just become a hashtag?
For all the people sitting on the sidelines: do you really have nothing better to do with your lives, then comment on something which you know absolutely nothing about...?
Leave it to us: the Police Families, who sit home and worry, who text and wait. Leave it to us to tell you the truth:

Monday, July 11, 2016

Suddenly a Veteran

I remember right before I had my son, I was out one night walking my dog, and ran into a neighbor I knew in passing. It was just a few weeks before I had my baby, and everyone was offering advice, or commenting, or perhaps just reminiscing.
Her words to me were: "Ah, I remember those days so well. The days are long, but the years are short."
I thought about what she said but of course found that I didn't fully understand her until I had one of those incredibly long days: a teething, crying, blubbering mess of a day.
And that was just me.

This weekend I thought a lot about being a Cop's Wife. I thought about how far I've come. Due to the awful events that just occurred around the country, I've become a hot property, and everyone has been asking my advice. They want my take on the assassination of the Dallas Officers, and some even want my take on the shootings of the civilians that preceded them. I am sifting through requests to speak as well as answering emails and commenting when I can.

I am being as honest as I can be; I am continuing to be me, and in the midst of all the exchanges, something very profound occurred to me: I am now a Veteran Cop's Wife. I've been at this almost a decade. I am no longer Suddenly a Cop's Wife. I now have the younger generation, the new wives, the fiancees...the significant others that are new to this precarious lifestyle...looking to me, to answer their questions and allay their fears.

Here's what I can say: there will be long days, and nights, and shifts that feel as if they are never-ending. But the years (in retrospect) are short.
You will get through this; this time of uncertainty, of difficulty, of fear...of feeling as if the whole world is against you, or that no one seems to understand.

You will turn around and you will find yourself suddenly like me. It never gets "easier," but it evens out, and you learn how to manage your energy, for there is only so much time that you can sit home and wring your hands.

You are his/her partner for a reason. Obviously God thought you could handle it.
So know that it won't always be this way. And as the days shuffle by into years, know that there are women just like me, standing right by your side.

Friday, July 8, 2016

Upon Waking

I had that moment this morning; that few seconds when you wake up and think immediately of the day ahead, your mind not registering the day before quite yet, and then, just like crashing grief, my mind remembered the last few texts and tweets I sent before bed.
He's sleeping right next to me. Thank God. So sick of all this...
I got up to greet the day, and encountered this headline:    

Dallas sniper who gunned down 5 cops 'wanted to kill white people,' chief says

And here's the entire report as of right now: 

Keep praying, people. Stay Strong. Know that we are one Big Blue Family, and that good still triumphs over evil. 


Monday, June 6, 2016

I Can't Break My Own Rules...

This is yet another one of those things that is somehow both tricky and frustrating and probably pretty exclusive to those of us living the Law Enforcement Life.
Someone just asked me to join a Facebook Group. I liked the idea of it so I contacted the Administrator who basically said that she couldn't let me join the group unless my Facebook Profile stated my address, city, or town.
I know there are some Cop's Wives who have no problem doing this; they are the same women who actually post pictures of their men in uniform on their page, and do all sorts of things I would never do.
It's not worth it.
If you're reading this as some sort of major guilt trip: get over it. That's not what I'm saying.
What I'm saying is that I take my husband's safety seriously. I also have a child and a dog that I take care of, and with the whole world being SO connected today...I don't fool around.
I don't post pictures or addresses or mention my kid because even perps use Facebook. And if you think their "security" is secure...well. Crazy people are on Twitter all day long. (Trust me on this) And between this, that, and the other thing...there are various ways that someone can seek to do us harm.
So I'm a Safety Girl. Perhaps over the top. Maybe paranoid.
But safe. And that's what counts.
The end result of the Facebook Group was said Administrator saying more or less---I'm paraphrasing here---"I'm so sorry I can't let you in, but I can't break my own rules."
Neither can I.
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