It's a simple question with a complicated answer. How do you really explain what it's like to be the wife of a police officer? How do you make someone understand that flexible dinner plans, solo weekends with the kids, and falling asleep alone are all commonplace events?
I take an incredible amount of pride in being the wife of a peace officer. It makes me proud to know that my husband is out there upholding the law and helping those in need. I also know that all too often his job is a thankless one, usually from the very people that need his help. So I try not to add to the thanklessness and be understanding when our plans get cancelled or our phone rings in the middle of the night. I can't lie and say it's not difficult. But it comes with the territory.
I guess that's how I view the worry that is also commonplace in my life. It's not the kind of worry that makes my mind race with anxiety or my pulse quicken when he's late. It's a kind of worry that simmers below the surface. It is always present. But I don't realize how present until I hear the front door open and close at the end of his shift. When I finally feel my shoulders relax. When my heart slows down just a little bit.
Yes, I worry about him. But I also have incredible faith in his ability, his training, and his coworkers. I am also wholeheartedly aware that my husband chose this profession because he is good, and kind, and has an amazing urge to do the right thing. All things that I love him for. So I take the worry. And I treasure the moments when I don't have to worry because he is laying right next to me.
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