Kristi Neace is an accomplished Author, Speaker and Artist. She is also Founder of a nation-wide, non-profit ministry called Badge of Hope. Join her as she blogs about life as a cop's wife, offers "God-isms", and/or just offers encouragement in such an upside-down world.
A Police Wife’s Top-Ten Thanksgiving List
In honor of this Thanksgiving Day, I'd like to re-post an oldie, but a goodie...this wife's Top-Ten Thanksgiving list!
Enjoy everyone. Be blessed and stay safe.
Been doing a lot of thinking. I know, I know,
that can be extremely scary. However, with the Thanksgiving holiday
heavily upon us, I have created a top ten list of things I’m thankful for this
year. I’m sure your list would be completely different, but for me, here
it is in all its festive glory.
#10.I’d like to
thank all the little people…for day shift! Yep, the Cpl. has
been on days for quite a while now, but still I am thankful. Having
served his time working wee into the night hours, he’s obtained that
golden sepulcher – that diamond in the rough. The all coveted day
shift status. So now, kids, we can pull up a chair, light the candles,
and throw on some music. Daddy’s home and…oh, wait a minute, the kids are
grown and it’s left-over night. Guess he and I will just have to go out!
Gotta love it.
#9. Being thankful for non-uniform
days – complete bliss! I’m sure you’ve heard of ‘em. They
seem to be a rarity when you’re in rookie status. However, when a body
has been in it as long as my man has, they come more and more
frequently. I’m talking about the days when uniforms take a back
seat. No need for scrounging around for those little gold pen backs in
the bathroom drawer, or trying to match black socks in a sea of dark
colors, because it’s non-uniform day! They do happen, so let’s lift
our hands up in praise and thanksgiving for these rare beauties.
#8. Thankful for dead batteries in
those noisy police radios. I know you’ve heard them. The
static and gibberish resounding from the dark closet abyss. I’m talking
days when the man is off duty and sets his radio up on the closet shelf to
drain the battery in order to then properly charge it. For hours, I find
myself answering someone who is not really there. Or perhaps, it is just
noises in my head. Whatever it is, I am thankful for the moment its
life-blood drains out of it – every last squeal, static, and stagnant
stammer. Thank-you, Lord, for dead batteries and a little peace and
#7. Thankful for human feet
warmers. This may be a new one to you, but definitely not to
this old, cold-natured girl. Because my man is now home most winter
nights, I am blessed with an instant human warming machine for my delicate,
beyond-belief, cold feet. So three cheers for our warm men!
For without them, are socks would constantly be busy.
#6. Thankful for in-house authority
over unruly neighbors. Isn’t it great? When you’re married
to a lawman, even the neighbors sit up and take notice. Over the years,
we’ve for-the-most-part, been blessed with great neighbors. However,
there have been exceptions such as the: “I’m goddess of the neighborhood
association” girl; the “she messed around, he beat her up” couple; the “let me
see how loud my motorcycle can be” guy; and the “gee, I think I’ll have farm
animals in the city” man. Oh, to have a man with a badge! It’s
great ”crazy” control, for sure.
#5. Thankful for daddy's with insight
and big guns. So, my children would probably disagree.
Yet, having a daddy that has the inside skinny on every kid in the
community is a good thing when it comes to parenting….especially
teenaged-daughters who date. Yes, of course, it
ruins their life. But come, come. Isn’t that our job anyway?
So, here’s to the inside know and scare tactics…got to love ‘em!
#4. Thankful for license plate
numbers scrawled on every sheet of paper in the house. Is it
just me? I find these little gems everywhere. I’ve no idea who they
belong to, but by golly, they’re posted in a paper trail the size of
Texas. Makes me stop and say a prayer of thanksgiving, that mine is not
one of them.
#3. Thankful for cop shows…Can’t they
get enough? I’m not trying to be a party pooper, but they’re
just not my thing. At any given moment I might hear sirens and shouting
coming from the living room. Frightened at what I might walk into, I tippy
toe around the corner to get a better look. With a sigh of relief, I see
that it’s just the Cpl. and daughter watching cop shows again. Guess
I’ll have to watch The Sound of Music by myself,
lest he figure out some reason why the German Reicht didn’t put Maria
in a headlock. Sigh.
#2. Thankful for cop genes that pour
themselves into our children. It’s inevitable. They grow
up idolizing their fathers in that uniform with its shiny buttons, pins, and
badge. They love the lights, the mystique of it all, not really realizing
the blood, sweat and tears that are poured into it every single day.
Then, when they get to that age – their rite of passage, they quietly slip
into the role that their father has portrayed every day of their lives.
Thank-you, God, that our son has chosen an honorable profession. We
are proud parents of a police officer!
#1. Thankful for a God-honoring,
God-fearing man in blue. What a gift. What a
blessing. I am thankful to have married such a wonderful, God-loving
man. He is the Lord’s agent established and blessed by God, Himself, to
administer justice and to bear the sword for the good of mankind. (Romans
13) So for this Thanksgiving season, I will say that this police
wife is thankful for her man in blue. Without him, I would have nothing
to complain about, yet nothing to be proud of. I would have cold feet
and rowdy neighbors. My children would be hanging with
less-than-desirables, and I’d have no-one to talk back to within the
closet depths. So here’s to my man. You’re my hero, babe!
I pray that each of you will have a wonderful
holiday and be blessed beyond all measure. And, make sure that every
police wife day is a day of Thanksgiving.