Monday, June 22, 2009

the force.

it's hard being married to a police officer.

the hours usually aren't great. you can't plan things too far in advance because shifts change (as well as days off) every 8 weeks. he's going to miss birthday parties, holidays, and major events in our lives because he's a police officer.

it's hard being married to a police officer.

our schedules usually conflict. which means that we may get to see each other a couple hours a day...if we're lucky. eating meals together doesn't happen all of the time. neither does sleeping in the same bed.

it's hard being married to a police officer.

i'm not going to lie; i watch the clock. if i don't hear from him and it's a little over 15 minutes since he was supposed to be home, i begin to worry. after an hour...i panic. while we live in a relatively safe area, i can't get the thought out of my head that something bad could happen to my husband, the father of our beautiful child. i think about the robbery and shooting at wendy's just a couple of years ago. the wendy's that is seconds from our house. the wendy's that happens to be in john's zone.

it's hard being married to a police officer.

while it's fun hearing about the crazy stops he makes, hearing about the drunks he arrests, exciting to hear about the bad guys that he takes in...it's impossible to know how to console him when things are bad. knowing that he's seen bodies right after they've been shot, knowing that he's had to search frantically in an apartment after the father's gone crazy, knowing that he drove 100 miles an hour to get to a house where a woman thought her baby was stolen...knowing that he was first on the scene today at a very, very bad accident...

it's hard being married to a police officer.

i don't know how to console him. there's really no way that i can. i can offer a hug, a kiss, an ear if he wants to talk about it. i can give him space, let him wind down. i can bring him something cold to drink, something to munch on. i can just be in the same room as him. but i don't know how to console him.

it's hard being married to a police officer.

there aren't words i can really say to express the pride i have in my husband. he has worked so very hard, tirelessly really, to achieve this. he has to sacrifice time from his family, work crazy hours, get little appreciation, see things no one should...so you won't have to.

it's hard being married to a police officer.
and i wouldn't change it for a second.

1 comment:

Rotten said...

What a sweet post. My sister is married to a cop too. Same thing. Safe town but it is always the unexpected that scares the crap out of you. It must make his day on those rough days when he gets to come home to his family and see his son smile at him. I know it lifts my hubby's spirits every time and he only works in the TV industry.