George Rossy

On Friday, our Commanding General took a moment at the end of a brief to remind all to remember Mother's Day and offered the "Moms" in theatre a special shout-out in advance of today's holiday. It was thoughtful recognition of our sacrifice, and that of our children at home. I once referred to this year as my "Mom Sabbatical," and while it is true that I have wholeheartedly embraced skipping dishes and laundry, it is also true that I really miss taking care of my family and sometimes can't shake the physical ache that comes with missing them.

But I have found ways to feed my soul by nurturing in, and from, Baghdad. Little things like making those Easter Baskets, bringing my cube mate Jill breakfast, hosting our girl movie night, or setting up the occasional "party" for my J9 family. All feels very appreciated and there was some really nice recognition for us Moms today. Lots of "Happy Mother's Day" from our male coworkers, a little gift waiting on Jill's and my chair from a kind gentleman that works down the hall, a card from a colleague's spouse and church and a candlelit dinner at the DFAC with a rose for each Mom. We will have to remember to be as sweet on Father's Day!

I am particularly grateful to have my colleague and friend Jill to share "Mom" stuff with. Being in earshot of each other's calls home, we can both give a pretty solid summary of each other's children's lives. Jill's girls are in college and her son will soon graduate from high school. Jill heads on R&R later this week and will be home for Brandon's graduation. We commiserate with each other on the fears that accompany not physically being home or a part of their daily lives. Jill's son has started to drive so her phone calls are peppered with reminders to wear seat belts, not to drive through water and of course, keep off the phone! My calls home in the morning too frequently end with "don't forget your helmet" and "watch out for cars." I have learned that it takes a leap of faith to mother from afar; I certainly now have a little more understanding and patience for my own Mom's concerns.

By coincidence, just this week, Jill and I were treated to watching a ruffled baby bird go from perched in his nest, to standing perilously at the edge, and then finally taking flight. We actually missed the flight part and arrived to work one morning to find his nest empty. It caused some anxiety around the office- well, anxiety in our office! But George Rossy, named by my State colleague Eric and Amelia, made his way back to the nest, putting our minds at ease. His Mom seems comfortable just stopping by for the occasional regurgitation. And to think, we were willing her back every time he stepped to the edge of that nest! We readily admitted that we could learn a little from our morning dove and his Mom, but it is easier said than done.

So let me end with a big "Happy Mother's Day" to my Mom Vicki, to Adam's Mom Sharon and to my fellow Moms at home taking it one day at a time. I am not suggesting anyone enjoy the dishes, but definitely enjoy the hugs!