"Stand By Your Man!" Even When It's the Unpopular Choice
I remember the day quite well..
The 70's ushered in my formative years of both public and private education.
Things took a bit of a change in 1983 when I married my college sweetheart and we began our new life in Fort Riley, Kansas. Suddenly I was thrust from being a naïve young woman, to being a military officer's wife and I began to see that my way of thinking was not the only way to think, and certainly not the most popular way to think. I quickly loosened the collar and began fitting in among my peers with eyes wide open. During my sometimes daily phone calls with my mother, I was frequently reminded of "who I was and where I came from" which is a Southern mother's way of saying "you've gone too far!" I pledged to not forget those things and decided that marrying my upbringing with my new life was the perfect solution to a sometimes uncomfortable situation. The good news is it worked for me!
Motherhood knocked on my door in late 1984 with the birth of my first child. I was the quintessential first time mother- worried, anxious and excited. In 1988, my second child was born and in 1993 our caboose joined our family. My husband and I carefully and prayerfully raised these children with the values and morals we held dear. Our children grew up to be respectful, educated and patriotic…or so we thought.
..when my family picked up their collective jaws and took a deep breath,
I remember hearing a growling, "wh-wh-wh-yyyyyyyy Mom?" And so I began to rehash the stories of my childhood, the ones that they knew oh-so-well. I told the sagas of being a military wife and family in hopes of touching some type of patriotic nerve in them, but there was nothing in return. Just a cold, hard, we-don't-get-it stare. I exited the room with President Trump and my country in my heart, my fist raised in solidarity with other fellow Americans who support our President, and pure determination to never relent.
I blame academia for my family's division. It's easy for me to hang that accolade on a wall that no longer exists. I blame my children for being so accepting of dogma that they knew was not in any way aligned to our core family and historical family beliefs. Why weren't they able to marry what they KNEW with what they learned? Why was the "right" way to think for them, so unconventional and foreign to me? Why was there a right and wrong or a left and right? Mostly, WHY couldn't we all just get along and accept each other's beliefs? This was and is still, so wrong on so many levels.
There is hope for the future. Our President has signed an Executive Order establishing the 1776 Commission, "establishing a national commission to promote patriotic education." President Trump has outlined this as a plan for educators to teach American history and to prepare our youth for the country's 250th anniversary of its founding. The President was quoted as saying "We want our sons and daughters to know they are citizens of the most exceptional nation in the history of the world, and we want to teach them to LOVE AMERICA." With this as a foundation of learning in our schools, no matter their level of education, we are destined now to raise a new generation of peace loving, God fearing, patriotic Americans and for that we should be excited and proud.
Today, some seven months later, despite the divide in my family and among many of my friends, I am proud to say that I have stood firm among the insults and jabs and I have stood by my man, President Donald J. Trump. There is nothing and no one that will ever persuade me that he is not the best man for our USA and the greater world.
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This commment is unpublished.· 11 months agoThis is fantastic, Connie Sue! Having been born in the late '50's, I can relate to a lot of your family "values". I agree with everything you've said. Thank you for sharing!
This commment is unpublished.· 11 months agoEveryone should read the Communist Manifesto that was entered into the Congressional Record in 1963.
This commment is unpublished.· 11 months agoYour words let me live it with ya! YOU ARE NOT ALONE! Great story!