Army Girl

Be Strong

I woke up this morning yesterday was just a dream. Until I saw my uniform hanging in my closet.

I went in to the bathroom. I took a shower got out dried myself off. Brushed my hair and teeth. Went into my closet grabbed some fuzzy pajama pants and a plain blue t-shirt. I looked at my uniform and for some reason I started to worry about going into the army. I started to remember Rockys words will I end up like my dead father?

Soon before I knew it I was on the ground having a huge panic attack. I was sitting on the ground with my head in my hands with a full out panic attack.

I needed my mom to come and calm me down.

I am a strong person but every now&then, I also need someone to take my hand and tell me everything will be alright.

And right now that person is my mom!

"MoM" I scream while I'm panting and trying to breathe but is to hard to.

Soon I saw my mom trough the door, then she was rushing over to me.

"Breathe! In and out" my mom said calmly, rubbing smooth circles on my back.

I started to calm down.

"That's my girl, now tell me what's wrong?" my mom said a little more worried toned now.

"I'm scared, that I won't be a good enough soldier, that I'll be terrible one, that I will end up like dad, I'm scared! I cried in my mom's shoulder.

"You are braver than you believe, smarter than you think, and stronger than you seem." my mom cooed in my ear

"Yeah, but what kind of woman am I if I sign up for the army, become a soldier, and throw every thing I just know start to chicken out. What kind of woman am I?" I asked my mom

she just looked at me for a couple seconds then said,

"I can't tell you what kind of woman you are, but I can tell you what kind of woman you can be."

I just stared at her not understanding. until she started to speak again.

"My Dear, Be the kind of woman that people make way for. Be the kind of woman that takes responsibility into her own hands. Be the kind of woman who accomplishments make people stutter when you talk to them. Be the kind of woman who doesn't let the fact that she doesn't have it all figured out hold her back. Be the kind of woman that when your feet hit the ground in the morning the devil says "crap she's up!" "

I laughed when my mom said that last line.

"Do you understand?" my mom asked

I just nodded in response

"You know it's okay to be scared. For heaven sakes you are going into the army. Who wouldn't be scared or at least nervous?But I'm proud of you and I will never stop being proud."

my mom cooded again.

"Okay, thanks mom I think I'm going to go on a 6mile run or more to help me calm down more." I said while getting up and grabbing my running outfit.

"Okay sweetie but be safe!" she said and kissed my head and walked out my bedroom door.

I put my running outfit on and grabbed my tenishoes put them on and begun my 6 or more mile run.

I know six miles is a lot to some people but to me it's not. I try to run every day if it's possible.

I run because I can. When I get tired I remember those who can't run. What they would give to have this simple gift we take for granted, and I run harder for them.

Because I know they would do the same.