Being a truck driver's wife is something you can't comprehend until you are in that position, but I guess that's how it is with just about anything in life. I know I will learn valuable lessons from this time in our lives.
Right now, this is my life.
The life of a truck driver's wife...
It's waking up, looking over and putting your hand on a cold pillow.
It's counting down days, hours and minutes until he returns.
It's praying with your kids every night that he stays safe. That he is alert.
That other people don't put him in danger. That he comes home in one piece.
It's thanking God for his sacrifice while simultaneously asking God if there is anything else he could do to provide for the family. Anything that would keep him home at night.
It's being glad to see him but finding it hard to change up a routine that has kept you sane while he's gone.
It's burning inside from sadness that he has to go again.
It's loneliness. That he's gone. That you have no friends that can relate.
It's being a single parent day and night while he's gone.
It's trying to be positive and strong when your are exhausted and missing him so much.
It's a yo-yo of the heart as he comes and goes in the blink of an eye.
It's feeling guilty that you don't make enough money to keep him home.
Or that staying home with your kids means he sacrifices time with them.
It's short phone calls and video chats that become the highlight of your day.
It's anticipation and dreaming of him walking through the front door smelling like diesel fuel.
It's disappointment and let down when traffic or mechanical issues delay him another day.
It's little presents he brings home, because he's been thinking of you.
It's a surprise early homecoming that gives you a long weekend.
It's a man doing the best he can to do his job to provide for the family that he loves.
It's tears in his eyes as he leaves and wiping them away before he pulls out of the driveway.
It's being loved by a man like that. One that has long days and short nights.
It's knowing that his job is not driving his truck. It's being a good husband and father.
That's what it's like to be a truck driver's wife.
Right now, this is my life.
The life of a truck driver's wife...
It's waking up, looking over and putting your hand on a cold pillow.
It's counting down days, hours and minutes until he returns.
It's praying with your kids every night that he stays safe. That he is alert.
That other people don't put him in danger. That he comes home in one piece.
It's thanking God for his sacrifice while simultaneously asking God if there is anything else he could do to provide for the family. Anything that would keep him home at night.
It's being glad to see him but finding it hard to change up a routine that has kept you sane while he's gone.
It's burning inside from sadness that he has to go again.
It's loneliness. That he's gone. That you have no friends that can relate.
It's being a single parent day and night while he's gone.
It's trying to be positive and strong when your are exhausted and missing him so much.
It's a yo-yo of the heart as he comes and goes in the blink of an eye.
It's feeling guilty that you don't make enough money to keep him home.
Or that staying home with your kids means he sacrifices time with them.
It's short phone calls and video chats that become the highlight of your day.
It's anticipation and dreaming of him walking through the front door smelling like diesel fuel.
It's disappointment and let down when traffic or mechanical issues delay him another day.
It's little presents he brings home, because he's been thinking of you.
It's a surprise early homecoming that gives you a long weekend.
It's a man doing the best he can to do his job to provide for the family that he loves.
It's tears in his eyes as he leaves and wiping them away before he pulls out of the driveway.
It's being loved by a man like that. One that has long days and short nights.
It's knowing that his job is not driving his truck. It's being a good husband and father.
That's what it's like to be a truck driver's wife.
Weather keeping him away as well. I can relate my Husband is a Truck Driver as well. Praying for you all
ReplyDeleteVery true! I hate the snow and ice. Thanks for your comment!
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