Soldier and Spouse: Two Sides of the Coin

I recently started watching a YouTuber by the name of Loey Lane. I was instantly inspired by her self-confidence, positivity, and take on life as a plus size woman. I enjoy her apparel combinations and make-up tutorials as well. As I watched more of her videos I came to know that she is a military spouse and living in a place I know too well, Kansas. Fort Riley, Kansas is where I was stationed when I met my husband. We had our first apartment in Manhattan, Kansas. I was nineteen when we met and married. Loey stirred all of these fond memories of that time.

I have fond memories of being a soldier. I liked my job, was comfortable with my routine, enjoyed my peers, and grew to who I am today because of those experiences. I left service shortly before our daughter was born on base. Who knew a few years later we would return here, but I would be coming back as a military spouse instead of the one in combat boots. It's a whole other world on this side of the fence. As a soldier you do what you're told. You go where and when you are told. That's just the way it is. You know you leave home for training periods that can last two weeks, a month, or much longer at any time. It's your job, your duty.

As a military spouse you have to learn not to go where and when, but to say good bye where and when. Together you and your spouse are a team. Seperate you have to muster your indepndance and courage to become the head of the household for whatever period of time called for. Tears are inevitable. Good byes are hard, and the welcome homes full of anticipation. Living this life on both sides of the coin, neither party has it easier than the other. Both sides face their own struggles, fears, and emotions that come with the territory. After this experience I think military spouses often live in the heros shadow. I feel that they to deserve a great deal of appreciation for their sacrifices as well. They stand strong beside their soldiers near and far. They follow the rules set forth in this relationship, and live life with a strong heart and a tear in their eye.

Simply said when you meet a military spouse don't forget what they also have to endure. They wait for the phone calls, send the letters and care packages, and pray long prayers to keep their loved ones safe. They also need our respect and support. Thank you to our soldiers serving near and far, and thank you spouses for the unseen tasks that your do that help keep our soldiers going through the love that you share with them. Check out Loey Lane on YouTube. She is full of life, strength, and brings a little more joy into your life!

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