For all the moms of servicemen/women and “Letter from a Mom”

Author Unknown

You see me every day going about life as usual – or so it appears. I
rub shoulders with you at work. I shop at Wal-Mart and the grocery store.
I fill my car at the corner gas station. You might see me anywhere.
Don’t be deceived: My life has not been “normal” for months. I am the
mother of an American soldier.

Although I continue the routines of life, I do so with a burdened
heart and distracted mind. There are some tell-tale signs of who I

I’m the one with the frayed yellow ribbon pinned on my clothing. It
was fresh and new when my son first deployed months ago. Even though
the war is supposedly over, my son is in a place where bullets and
grenades (I.E.D.s) are still killing our soldiers. I am determined to wear my
ribbon until he comes home, because it reminds me to pray for him
every minute. When you see me wearing that ribbon, please stop and
whisper a prayer for him and all the others still there.

My house is the one with the faded yellow ribbons the tree in the
yard and one on the mail post. There is an American flag on a pole
attached to the front porch, and a small red-and-white banner with a
blue star in the middle in my window. When my son gave this to me
before he left, I told him that I never wanted to cover the blue star
with a gold one. Gold Star Mothers are the ones whose sons come home
in body bags.

When you drive by a house of this description, please pray for the
son or daughter overseas and for the parents waiting inside for their
child to come home.

To those of you who have posted yellow ribbons at your house or in
the windows of your schools, thank you. It warms my heart every time
I see your expressions of support for our troops.

One of the hardest things about being the mother of an American
soldier is living 1,500 miles (how bout 2600 miles!) away from the
post of my son’s unit. Wives usually live on or near the fort, where
they can glean support from others in the same situation. But a
mother may live across the nation, so she feels totally alone.

Letters rarely make their way home, and if they do, it is weeks after
they were written. We go more than a month without hearing anything;
then we might get a short phone call. E-mail is out of the question
most of the time.

Every week is like a rollercoaster ride that I want to get off. When
I read a soldier has been killed and his name has not been released
pending notification of kin, restlessness, depression and insomnia
rule my life until 24 hours have passed and the men in dress uniforms
have not appeared at my door. I pray constantly they will never come.

When you hold your baby close, remember we mothers of American
soldiers held our babies, too. Now our “babies” are putting
themselves in harm’s way for your babies.

And if you see a woman at the store buying tuna and crackers, beef
jerky, powdered Gatorade, baby wipes and potted meat, check to see if
she is wearing a yellow ribbon. If so, stop and pray for her. She is
probably the mother of an American soldier, getting ready to send her
child another “care package.” You may see tears in her eyes or dark circles under them.

I am there among you, trying to carry on some semblance of a normal
life. Like so many others,

I am the mother of an American soldier.

“So Often we hear “Pray for our soldiers overseas”.  The word “Soldier” is so generic.  It does not begin to make known the person behind the title.  As my son prepares to go to Afghanistan, my mission, as a mom, is to raise the awareness of each American.  To make it known that these are soldiers, yes, but more importantly, someone’s son or daughter.  Someone’s child.  I wrote this to help you see MY son as more than just a faceless man in uniform.  Please SEE my son, please be grateful for my son, and to please pray for my son.

21 years ago, as I began to labor with my child, I realized this was the beginning of our separation.  The start of a process of growing for both of us.  Never again would I be so literally between him and the world, protecting him.  Early in the morning of December 10, the beautiful eyes of a precious soul looked into mine.  My heart was overflowing with feelings I had never known before.  Would I be a good mom?  Will I always be able to keep him safe?  I wanted to hold him close forever.  I still do.

As he grew, I watch the first tentative steps on pudgy little feet.  An unsteady gait, taking him precariously close to the danger of another bump or bruise.  I would rush to catch him.  Now, those feet march in military confidence. Again, marching precariously close to danger. I cannot catch him if he falls this time.

I remember a little boy standing at my door with a Bert and Ernie book bag hanging loosely off little shoulders.  It is the first day of school and he doesn’t want to go but knows he has to.  He had tears in his eyes. “I’ll miss you, mom.” he whispered.

The years rush by and bring into reality the young man I want you to see.  He loved dinosaurs, lasagna, Indian Jones and peanut butter cookies.  He had fish (they all died!), rode a bike, got stitches and went to prom.  He set an example, became a member of the National Honor Society and received a scholarship.  He forgot to take out the trash, continually lost his mittens and washed his colored clothes and white clothes together.  He grew up, trusted God and joined the Army.  The little hands full of dirt and dandelions that gave me my first bouquet now hold a weapon that gives you freedom.

Now, there is a young man with strong broad shoulders standing at my door, holding a green duffle bag.  He doesn’t want to go, but it is his duty.  He has tears in his eyes.  “I’ll miss you, mom.” he whispers.  I’ll miss you, too my son. I’ll miss you, too…

So, please when you say your prayers for the “soldiers” overseas, see my son.  See someone’s daughter.  Pray not only for the soldier, but also for the child behind the uniform and the family that loves them.

(This performance and reading was based on a letter written by Ms. Tami M. Ketteman from Ohio whose son is currently based at Fort Richardson in Alaska and is currently deployed to Afghanistan. Through this letter she shares the anxiety, the fear, and the proud patriotic spirit of a mother, of an American soldier fighting for freedom.)

Stevie Nicks:  “Soldiers Angel”

i am a soldier’s angel

Through the eyes of a soldier

Through the eyes of a soldier

I am a soldier’s mother

Through the eyes of an angel

I am a soldier myself

And no one walks away

From this battle

I’m a soldier myself

In the presence of angels

I am a soldier’s widow

In the background at night

I am a ghostly shadow

As i follow close behind them

I try to push them gently

Back into the light

I am a soldier’s angel four years later

In a war of words between worlds

About what is wrong ’bout what is righteous

I am a soldier’s girl

I am a soldier’s memory

As i write down these words

I try to write their stories

And explain them to the world

I float through the halls of the hospitals

I am a soldier’s nurse

I keep the tears inside

And put them down in verse

I’m a soldier’s angel four years later

In a war of words between worlds

About what is wrong and about what is righteous

I am a soldier’s girl

I am a soldier’s girlfriend

As i look upon their faces

They make me remember my first love

And going out to dances

They make me remember camelot

And being young and taking chances

They make me fall in love again

They give me all the answers

I’m a soldier’s angel four years later

In a war of words between worlds

About what is wrong ’bout what is righteous

I am a soldier’s girl

I’m a soldier in their army

They are the soldiers of my heart

I try to make them smile again

Though it tears me apart

Their bravery leaves me spellbound

I try to be a small part

Bringing them back again

They are the soldiers of my heart

I’m a soldier’s angel four years later

In a war of words between worlds

About what is wrong ’bout what is righteous

I am a soldier’s girl

I’m a soldier’s angel

Through the eyes of a soldier

Through the eyes of a soldier

I’m a soldier’s mother

Through the eyes of an angel

I’m a soldier myself

No one walks away

From this battle



3 Responses to “For all the moms of servicemen/women and “Letter from a Mom””

  1. Allan Dawling Says:

    Hi there I was hopeing if possible to include your website as a reciprocal to our site at I myself am ex/British forces and was blown up whilst on duty in the 70s our website was set for ex-servicemen/women and serving forces the site is an information and news site and includes UK/US/NATO/UN/coalition forces here and across the globe I do hope that we could include you on our website also we would like if possible to show your logo banner many thanks Allan Dawling/Paul

  2. joyce songui Says:

    My son just turned 19 years old Jan 27th. and he is preparing for war to go to Afghanistan in July 2010. He enlisted in the Army August 2009 and he is stationed at Ft. Richardson, Alaska. He will be training in California leaving in a couple of weeks for 1 month training. I talk to him very often and I know he is scared as well as I am. When I think about it I cry often but I try to uplift his spirit when I talk to him. I pray alot and ask other people to pray for him. Thank you.

    • olotliny Says:

      Dear Blue Star Mom Joyce,

      My thoughts/prayers/support and hugs to/for you and your precious son. I can relate to the mixed bag of emotions–love, pride, concern, apprehension….my son enlisted too during a very rough patch… One thing that has helped me was connecting with other moms of sons/daughters who have/are serving. I found information, ideas, support from other people who have/are living a similar existence-with understanding, compassion, wisdom and guidance. Many mom groups are on-line and many like the Blue Star Mothers (they’ve been around since WWII)-connect in person and are active in sending/supplying direct support to our sons/daughters-and lift us up during this “roller coaster ride” – dual existence-of living here in the states while they’re “over there”.

      I’m so glad you wrote to me, if you haven’t connected with other moms-I would encourage you to–it really has been a help/support/encouragement for me. Here is a link to the Blue Star Mothers:

      Hugs and prayers.
      Sincerely, Blue Star Mom Missy PNM

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