Blogging as a Woman of Age and Adventure tackling graduate studies at Purdue University, though currently most the mom of Tommi, a soldier-daughter in military intelligence serving with the National Guard on the frontlines of Mr. Bush's War just outside Baghdad in Iraq. This is a story of survival we are living together, the story of a walk with my daughter through her own daily adventure. Her name is Tommi, a woman of strength in her own right.
I have received my fair share of photos from Iraq, but it is in this image that I most find my daughter. Here are eyes to tell a story of their own. I give them to you for the reading.
posted by Mary Godwin @ Thursday, March 10, 2005
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momma momma...
little things like the picture of me let me know I'm as with you as you are with me. I miss the smell and feel of home; I miss taking a bath occasionally, and not walking through mud to go to the bathroom or take a shower (sweet irony)!
I page through pictures of home daily, and I often play our home-brew recording of "lean on me" in multi-voice harmony, courtesy of our wonderful family.
Fielded a question today that hurt, but gently pulled me back to reality: where are all your friends, tommi? ...as if I don't have any. Truth is, it's a lonely place here. I miss female "touch" -- having that confidant and crying shoulder. But I know I have that from you and countless others who keep the torch burning back home. Thank you. Thank you for holding me, those many thousand miles away.
your soldier,
tommi
Shame on that person who said 'where are your friends'! He/she is probably the person who should be trying to be that for you. You are not alone. You know that, and they most likely do as well (their insecurities are probably the reason for their comment to you).
You are thought of continuously, Tommi, and loved. Be secure in that.
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