...I don't have a title because frankly, there are no words for the massive amount of topics that I would like to discuss, all the time. Its like a constant battlefield inside my brain...what should I talk about? How much detail? Etc.etc....its hard to explain I guess. For that reason, I think that many people underestimate me as an individual. I'm a fairly private person. In other words, I don't put a lot out there. And by "a lot", I mean pretty much everything that pertains to all aspects of my life. For example; my past, my family, my occupations. So maybe that's what has led to the "problem" I mentioned in the beginning. I'm thinking about trying something new though. No people, I'm definitely NOT talking about a therapist here. I'm talking about the healthy release of who I am through many means...blogging, health and resolution, just to name a few. I think I should start with a basic picture for now, as the past is too much for me at the moment, I don't think I'll be blogging about that particular part of "me" for a while. Now then, a little background information on yours truly. My name is Kaileigh, as many of you know. No definition can be applied to me really. Many know me as a bubbly person. And some, umm, well not so much. Personally, I am a mother. I am a wife. I am many things, I suppose. Professionally, I am a member of the United States Military. Now I want to touch on the military aspect a little more in this blog because of a particular experience that I had this morning with a very young American, which I will share in a moment. First things first...let me just say that I proudly serve my country. I will wear my uniform with dignity and honor for the rest of my human life. Much to my husband's dismay. Unfortunately we live in a very tough world that's full of people who absolutely hate the uniform I wear and what "we" stand for. So of course I'm very careful. When the military sends me away for training etc. I practice my security skills. If I order pizza, I requests that the pizza man goes to the clerk, and then the clerk calls me to come to him. Of course, that is a very simple thing to request. I carefully check the hallways to make sure nobody is watching me enter my room etc. As you can see, I am very aware of my surroundings while I'm in my uniform. I know the realistic side of being a target I've never admitted it before but it scares me, I think. BUT, not enough to make me quit doing what I love! As if I wasn't already resolved in that area....as I mentioned above, something happened to me this morning that I just have to share. Why? Because I will never forget it. It touched my heart and every corner of my soul.
This morning, while eating my complimentary breakfast, I happened to overhear a young child ask his parents "what is she wearing daddy? Its ugly."...and the conversation is as follows:
The father laughed..looked over at me and smiled sheepishly. I smiled back and continued to eat my eggs and bacon...father says, "Its not ugly. Its a uniform."....son makes a funny face "Why?" ....father answers "Because she is in the military."...son still makes a face...I smile and almost tear up at how cute the little boy is. While I finish my breakfast, I continue to listen. "She, along with many other people who wear that same uniform protect us. They are very brave. And we should thank them." ...At this point the little boy seems to understand. I was just finishing up when that family started to leave....and the little boy came up beside my table...smiled and said "Thank you ma'am."....all I could say was "Thank you...." with the biggest smile ever of course.
Cute, right? I know it sounds corny but something inside me stirred. I think maybe the healing process has started its rusty gears. Well, that's enough for now I think. Unfortunately, I tend to dwell on things too often. Maybe that's why I don't talk about it? Because I will honestly think about it for days...it will literally keep me up too. Phew.. well, I digress. For now.
....in the meantime! I'm missing my family very much and cant wait to go home this weekend! Sounds like Daddy and baby girl have had lots of fun in my abscense. *kisses*
