The meaning of it.....

This post has been a long time coming. The timing never felt right until now. This post isn't something that was thought up overnight, rather it was something brewing like a volcano. I was waiting for a bad irruption, but ended up with a mild lava flow....let me explain. I hope you can take something away from this....

November 8, 2002 was by far mine and lots of other people's worst day. Let me tell you about it in a short blip. There was a military training accident on the southeastern side of Germany. In the morning a tank was headed out for drivers training. The tank unexpectedly hit a sink hole trapping the driver. The weather outside was hovering right around frigid. My husband along with many other brave soldiers did what they could to save the driver. My husband was in freezing cold water for about four hours before being forced out by the chaplain. Spc. Sthele who was trapped in the tank died of hypothermia.

Over the last 12 years I have bottled up my grief and let life "go on" and never dealt with what I struggling with head on. Finally this October major changes for happened and the vault exploded. I finally asked these questions out loud to my hubby.
How can I let go?
What about what I lost that day?
Why is all the focus on you?
other questions formed out of these three major question. You may be asking or thinking I am selfish by asking what I lost that day? Yes, we lost a great soldier, there is no question there. That day I got the phone call NO spouse ever wants to receive: "Ma'am I don't think your husband will make it through the night." I waited for 36 long hours to find out he was indeed alive. Not ok, but alive. Joe has severe nerve damage in his right leg and a little in his left. He still suffers the effects of hypothermia. I asked my hubby that night when all this came out and said why and how can you be ok. What he said changed me:
"Christina I would gladly do it all over again. I am okay with taking the constant daily pain from the accident, because I knew that what Jon had to home to and the pain that would follow. He is in a much better place and most importantly he is happy. The pain of that day had to go somewhere and I am ok carrying it. Somebody had to do."
I was dumfounded, confused, and hurt. What he said touched me but I was still angry from the grief boiling up. I decided that I would take the next month and really process things. The rest of October came and went with a lot of this still bogging my mind. At the beginning of November I DECIDED to let go. You see what I learned is that with grief is that you don't arrive at a place and then let go, you have to choose to arrive and let go and be ok with it. YOU HAVE TO SURRENDER YOUR PAIN, walk away and most importantly smile. I let go of all the hurt, grief, unanswered questions. Part of what helped me was I imagined myself standing in front of Jon and explaining why I was carrying all this around. He wouldn't want me or anyone to live life like that. Are you ready to arrive?This November 8th, which happens to be my birthday, I chose to celebrate my birthday for the first time in 12 years. I didn't think of the accident until later that night.

The other HUGE part of the healing process is a tattoo....not on me but Joe. I chose to buy a memorial tattoo for my hubby. It was our way of saying we have let go but never we will never forget. For me and I am sure I can speak for Joe as well this tat is closure. Right now it ends at his elbow but come spring or summer it will extend down to his wrist. I kiss this tattoo as a reminder of all those questions that will not be answered this side of heaven. I know my husband will continue to loose his mobility and one day may be bound to a wheel chair and/or loose his right leg, but I kiss his tattoo as a way saying I am ok with what could happen, and I will still be by your side. I kiss it as a reminder that life is short, life is precious, and you must life everyday to the fullest....

Thank you to everyone involved in the rescue, whether it be in the water, driving the rescue vehicles, staying next to Jon before he passed, or whatever other job needed to be done you all did everything you could, but there was a divine plan for his life and it wasn't meant for him to live one more day. This is isn't an accident where one soldier did more then the rest, you all are hero's for what you did that day!! Like the saying goes "ALL GAVE SOME, SOME GAVE ALL." Thank you. Rest in peace Jon. I am proud to have known you!

Not a hero....

I am normally not one to jump on a bandwagon and get all up in arms about stuff i hear in media....except this. The recent "POW" who was released. He isn't a hero in my eyes. I have read NUMEROUS articles on this and if that many people and soldiers are saying the very same thing through so many outlets it is hard to not be believe them as truth.

That gentleman who was released is a fool. He walked away from his unit...AWOL. Yet some say he deserves a POW medal. A deserter doesn't deserve recognition he deserves the punishment that comes from walking away from your unit. Him walking away caused lives to be lost trying to find him. They had to create new missions to try and find this man, and lives were lost. Someone lost their son, husband, fiancee, boyfriend, best friend, battle buddy all because he walked away.

I remember at the start of the war in 2003 us wives on base were invited to go a meeting about deployment and what this all will mean for our families. I remember watching a video and the man on the tv was wearing a red rag on his head and he said: "I will get you America from the inside out." 11 years later  I can still hear his accent laden voice saying that and the anger in his eyes. I also remember in that meeting they were listing off what will happen and what is expected if you spouse become a POW. Article three of the POW code of conduct states:

Article III

If I am captured I will continue to resist by all means available. I will make every effort to escape and to aid others to escape. I will accept neither parole nor special favors from the enemy.

I remember listening to the speaker read off each article and the explanation  It was a little scary and a lot to digest. It also made the deployment seem more real. Obviously this man didn't follow this rule. 

I never have liked our current president. I feel like his goal is cause harm to our nation not make it any better. He is doing a good job at it. Don't get me wrong I am still proud to be an American, I just don't agree with our government at all. After this gentleman's release it became known that we traded him for the release of some big wig terrorists. Hello, does anyone remember when it was started that will not enter negotiations or talks of trade with known terrorists  But Obama did it any. I think that this gentleman who was released will cause harm to this country. In time he was "held captive" how do we know he didn't plan an attack on our great nation. He was the one who walked away in the first place. Were his motives pure and honest...it doesn't seem like that. I am curious to see how this all places out.

The definition of a hero is this: a person of great strength and courage. Hero's are those who serve our country honestly, those who stand in the face of danger in hope to save another (like the kids at SPU who subdued the gunman from harming more) our first responders etc. Not some jackhole who walked away from his unit...

Mother's Day

Today Joe and I dropped our son off for a C.A.P. interview then I had a fabulous date with our daughter to the American Girl Store (an experience every young lady should have) It got me thinking about what it truly means to be a mother.

This is what I try and follow as a mom:

1. Available. We have to be available 24/7 for our kiddos. They have so many dreams and goals, we need to be available to help those take flight. Available means putting down the phone, shut off the computer and focus on them.

2. Listen. We need to listen not just to what their mouths are saying, but what their heart is saying. We need to pay attention and listen to their precious hearts.

3. Communicate. Have an open relationship with your kiddos (healthy boundaries of course) Let them speak their mind freely then if need be correct them or give parental advice. Allow yourself to open up and speak freely as well. They can glean from your experience.

4. Apologize. This is one of the most important things we can do when it comes to a healthy relationship. Pride can get in the way and we think cause we are parents we don't have to apologize. If we expect our kiddos to make thing right when they mess up we should do the same.

5. Fun. Do fun things and get to know your kiddos outside the seriousness of life. They need to laugh and be kiddos. They need to be silly, blabber on and on, get "high" off soda. I like when my kiddos get all wound up and the giggles and snorts come out.

6. Fail. We have this rule in our house" You will fail and be ok with failing, BUT  you need to pick yourself up, and learn where you went wrong. Then when the problem arises again you already have tools to make sure you succeed." You will be stronger in the long run!

7. Love. Love with every ounce you have, not with money or stuff. Just your words, hugs, and kisses will do. Always be quick to say "i love you"

8. Dates. Go on "dates with your kiddos. Get to know them as the little people God created them to be. They have beautiful personalities and talents. This is one of my favorite things to do with my kiddos!!

9.Example. Try to be the example your kiddos will follow into their adulthood. Teach them morals and kindness. An example of love and loving people will make this world a bit better.

10. Breath. I am not a perfect mom, and I don't have perfect kiddos, but they love me just the way I am and think I am fabulous. I think the same thing of my kiddos!!

I would never ever in my life trade the job of motherhood for anything else. I believe that my whole purpose in life was to be a mom and wife. I love it so much. I am blessed with the kiddos I have and love watching them grow up into adults. I enjoy the hard days, you know the ones where you are so frustrated that you wanna pull your hair out and wish unpleasant thoughts ( we all have them) to the days that are pure bliss and almost perfect and every day in between. We will rob ourselves the joy of motherhood if we live through our children, make our dreams comes true through our children but if we walk along side them, listen to them, and their dreams then teach/equip them as to what they can do to make them flourish (even if they change) then we will see their true potential. It is beautiful watching our son going after his dream of flying. He said he never ever wanted to be in the military, well for the last 3 years that dream has changed and he wants to fly and serve our country. Our daughter changes her mind almost daily, the one we are stuck on now is music. We shall see what comes of it. I am glad to be alongside them watching and listening! Thank you Lord for my family.

January 21, 2000

January 21, 2000...a Friday night. A young soldier comes home from work to his very pregnant fiance and says "lets do this". So they got "dressed up" and went down to a small chapel to devoted their lives to each other...though at the time they expected this to be temporary but deep in their hearts past all the fears and the world stacked against them they hoped this would be forever. 14 years later their hearts are still united as one!

 

 

Happy Anniversary to my one and only love. Our deep friendship is is the glue that holds us together!! We are blessed to have made it thus far. 

This is mine and Joe's song. Our favorite movie when we first started dating was Hope Floats ( we still love that movie). We dubbed this our song in 1998 sung by Garth Brooks, but to be honest Adele does a much better job!! 

Goodbye 2013

I am thankful to have walked through such a difficult and challenging year. As I was walking through it there is no way I would say that sentence. It all started at the beginning of the year. It was as though someone hung me upside down from my toes and shook my whole world, all while poking in me in the side with a giant stick. For the first time in my life I experienced anxiety attacks. I was broken down to my core. The previous year the Lord challenged me to real, the me that he created me to be. I thought I was doing good, which i was I just needed a jolt. I don't believe that God created the chaos and havoc that came through this year. I do believe that this was a year that He chose for me to grow the most. It became very clear that I was living life in box that was being dominated by a checklist of rights and wrongs. I expected life and the people in my life to work within my system. How did that work out for me? I learned that life in Christ is not a rule system, but a relationship that has freedom. As I walk with Christ and make him the ruler of my life then naturally I will seek to obey him. It also takes faith laying down my system of operations and take on His. It hasn't been easy at all. I know I am not putting all the blame on myself for stuff that happened this year. I am owning up to my part. Through all of this I learned so much, I learned to let go and let loose. When I started to do that I enjoyed life a whole lot more. I started to really get into dirt track racing, now it will be part of our life as Joe's racing season starts in a few months. I love going out for drink with my husband, especially on Karaoke nights. (Yes, Joe sings) I love watching kiddos dream and watching them come true. I don't live my life through my kiddos, they drag me along for the ride as their dreams start to become reality. I have learned to go with the flow. I enjoy being spontaneous. There is a time and place for planning things. It is fun to fly by the seat of your pants. I am happier and more content as I battled this year. The best confirmation came in December at my dad's 60th birthday party. A man by the name of Mike Jones, flew up from California to surprise my dad. My parents had't seen him in 31 years, I supposedly saw him last when I was 4, but I don't remember him. So foe me this is the first time I met him or spoken to him. He loves Jesus and isn't afraid to let you know that. When I was talking to him he looked me right in the eyes and said "God has been talking to me about you and I want you to know that you are on the right track." I stood there dumbfounded, he continued on saying things that I had only talked to my husband about or things I kept to myself. I can't remember word for word what he said except that he end the conversation saying "I know you are being real, what you see is what you get." The two sentences I remember word for word made a profound impact on my life. He just spoke the confirmation I need at the end of a very very hard year. It was like God giving me a pat on the back. I hope I never forget that encounter. He is a wonderful man of God. I have become real and I will continue on the path laid before me. Walking in freedom is more enjoyable then being imprisoned by self made rules. I no longer over look things and shove them under a rug in hopes they go away. Instead I deal with it right then. It is easier to say I am sorry and please forgive me. It is easier to speak up when I things aren't ok or is something is really bothering me. It has made judgment of other people go away, and the list goes on. So as I shut the door on this year, I will crawl through the window on 2014. We have lots of dreams for this year, we will see where life takes us. I know that this year I won't walk through life being ashamed of who I became, but walk in the freedom of who I am continuing to be in Christ. Happy New year!

The story of the bike!!

All our daughter wanted for Christmas was a new bike. She out grew the one we got her when she was 5. She found the bike of her dreams right after school started in September. A mint green Schwinn with a banana seat and high handle bars. Kinda like how the kid in the Christmas Story wanted only a BB gun. Well, on black Friday the kiddos wanted to go out to Fred Meyer and see what it was like going shopping at 5am. Joe and I had a plan. So we split in teams. Curtis and I went to one side of the store and Shayla and Joe went to the other side. Curtis and I found her bike, payed for it and snuck out of the store and hid the bike in our back yard til Joe could find a place to hide it. Thankfully, when we headed back to the store the same parking spot was still available and so was our shopping cart. Shayla would have noticed if we weren't parked in the same spot. She didn't know we left. Then the time came for us to meet up and head home. As we were leaving Shayla went straight to the bikes and noticed her dream bike was no longer there. She started crying and became very upset that someone bought her dream bike. I was trying so hard not to laugh. I told her that Christmas was the season of believing. Joe told her that Santa may have already came and got it for her. At least 3-4 times a week as Christmas grew closer Shayla would say, "I am loosing hope for my bike everyday."

Then on Christmas Eve she left Santa doughnuts. She also left reindeer food outside, cheerios for the elves, dog food and a glass of lemonade. When she woke up on Christmas morning she found that Santa had left her a note on her chalkboard:

Shayla,

     Thank you for everything. I especially liked the lemonade. Not many people leave lemonade, especially north of the equator. I have decided you get to open the first present, after you figure out what the clue means. It is on the plate. Good luck and Merry Christmas.

                                                                                                 Santa

On the plate she found our pickle ornament. The one we usually hide somewhere on tree to be found on Christmas day. She went to our room and was puzzled by this clue. Then she finally figured out that she need to downstairs to the basement to where the canned pickles are. Here is how it all went:

She found out that Santa had given her daddy instructions on where to hide her bike. She was so stinkin excited.

Merry Christmas my sweet girl!!

When I heard this...my thought went here:

When I heard this song my mind wandered to all those we lost. Then that thought process exploded when I washed the grave of my high school sweetheart, while my son lay a Christmas wreath in front of his grave. I knew David as long as I could remember. We were always friends, then dated briefly. Never ever in my life did I ever expect to loose him, especially to war. As you grow up you focus on the here and now. You blossom friendships and grow closer with not much thought about the future. You think you are invincible, and think nothing bad can happen. Dying is for old people. Then we all grow up and the realities of life slap you in the face. As I stood by David's grave, I remembered how much he loved Christmas. He loved everything about the season, even eggnog ice cream. It saddens me that I will never be able to see him pass that on to the kiddos I hoped that he had, and the beautiful wife I hoped he would meet.

Then there is Jonathan Stehle. Almost everyday Joe would go to work and see him in the motor pool. They would shoot the breeze. He loved playing with our son when he and I would come to the motor pool. He always was a prankster and and jokester. He was such a wonderful person. Jonathan would wear the tightest jeans and biggest belt buckle when he wasn't in uniform. At the dining out I bet beer that he weighed less then Joe, he didn't believe me and I won a beer!! Jonathan would tell us how badly he wanted a little boy that he could teach to ride bulls. Then one day during a training accident he is gone to be with Jesus. Never in those moments you spent with him did you ever think that it could end, unfortunately it did.

I knew my grandpa was going to be with Jesus, but I wasn't prepared for when he was called home. He beat death before and I thought he would do it again. Not this time. During one of the hardest times of my life, he was gone. You never know when they will be called home.

To all those who have passed away in the OIF and OEF wars who we knew. Joe has served along side so many soldiers, and we are sure that some have passed that we aren't aware of.

I am not trying to be depressing in anyway. I would like to see people appreciate who they have in their lives much more then they do. People throw away relationships and friendships so quickly instead of working on building them. No one seems to talk face to face anymore. Everything is electronic. When they are gone and you wish you had more time with them, why not start now. My challenge is to love those I have deeper. Appreciate those in my lives, and give what I can to friends. I know death is something that happens. All part of a greater plan, but it stinks. So please I hope you join and grow real friendships and relationships outside of computers. Get to know people, so when they do pass you will have all the memories to hold on to as you heal.